How could this happen I dont understand
We had a life we had it all planned
Now we‘re back at the start
Both of us with a broken heart.
It’s a means to an end
It‘s all still a game
But attack and defend
Both dishing out pain…
Ain`t us going nowhere.
Turning from true love is fashion I guess
Everyone`s doing it, well…more or less
How can we make a new start
Both of us with a broken heart.
It’s a means to an end
It‘s all still a game
But we both still pretend
Both dishing out pain…
Ain`t us going nowhere.
How could this happen we let it all go
Letting it happen is all I know
Now we`re back at the start
Both of us with a broken heart.