Your Game Is Over
They say the grass is greener on the other side...
Let's burn the bridges
Burn them to dust
I'd rather drown in the water
Then feel your love
Bury the pictures
Beneath the dirt and clay
I need to make these feelings
Make them fade away
It's hard to turn around
To prevent the past
But I know the hate inside
Will fail to last
I'm trying to cut every rope
You have around me
Trying to keep on running
But I can't get away
So I want to detach these strings
That you play you're little game
Your score is getting lower
Your Game is Over
And we'll watch them burn
Until the cinder and the smallest flame
Goes out and leaves us in the dark
Nothing more to concern
The past is still the same
But the future still remains
I'm hoping to walk away
Walking over the ruins from which I came
It's hard to turn around
To prevent the past
But I know the hate inside
Will fail to last
I'm trying to cut every rope
You have around me
Trying to keep on running
But I can't get away
So I want to detach these strings
That you play you're little game
Your score is getting lower
Your Game is Over
And I can hear the sizzle and the crackling
The sizzle and burning
Of what used to be
The black smoke rising up
And engulfing the sky
It's a sign to tell me
To pass by
And we'll watch it burn
And we'll watch it crumble
And we'll watch it burn
Burn them to dust
I'd rather drown in the water
Then feel your love
Bury the pictures
Beneath the dirt and clay
I need to make these feelings
Make them fade away
It's hard to turn around
To prevent the past
But I know the hate inside
Will fail to last
I'm trying to cut every rope
You have around me
Trying to keep on running
But I can't get away
So I want to detach these strings
That you play you're little game
Your score is getting lower
Your Game is Over
And we'll watch them burn
Until the cinder and the smallest flame
Goes out and leaves us in the dark
Nothing more to concern
The past is still the same
But the future still remains
I'm hoping to walk away
Walking over the ruins from which I came
It's hard to turn around
To prevent the past
But I know the hate inside
Will fail to last
I'm trying to cut every rope
You have around me
Trying to keep on running
But I can't get away
So I want to detach these strings
That you play you're little game
Your score is getting lower
Your Game is Over
And I can hear the sizzle and the crackling
The sizzle and burning
Of what used to be
The black smoke rising up
And engulfing the sky
It's a sign to tell me
To pass by
And we'll watch it burn
And we'll watch it crumble
And we'll watch it burn
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