i know he knows it's not right
and i know he does it anyway
i know exactly what he's thinking
and he knows he still has time to play
but if you could turn around
and tell me that nothing here is real anymore
then i don't have time for this
there's no room left for the emotions you store
if you can keep me here
with each of your well thought of lies
then i guess you'll end up being the one
with the tears rolling from your eyes