Lines we change
In games we play
Withering
Away each day

I can never understand
The way you look at me
Are we going to pretend
That we are living free
Seems I push myself to the edge

Lies we tell
To mask ourselves
The price I pay,
For the hope you sell

I can't ever reach your hand
You like to be this way
Always too far
When you're standing in my sight
But not too close to me
Everytime you pull yourself away

Wherever we go
You try to stay the same
Whatever you do
I always take the blame
Time to end this game