you hurt me both of you this time
you brang up the past, tick after tick
the one i would never relive
not even sorry for the tears you inflict

they tell me you're devastated, distrought
well good i hope you're miserablely sad
i stand waiting for the words i expect
but you give nothing, you leave me horribly mad

both of you know you're using me
but i'm to ignoant, by self choice
to relize this sad fact of observation
i stupidly ignore that tiny inside voice

are you going to tell me you didn't mean it?
i would tell you to go and tell it to the sands
you're killing my last belief of you
but i tell you i'll have the last foot that stands

be the men i thought you were all along
the ones to help not hurt my heart so fagile
don't be the boys you pretend to be
sitting there in growing denial