You're changing keys on me once again I think you got dropped on your head when you were a kid I wonder, if I pierced your heart, would you bleed red? I suspect that I'd discover flowing led
And it will never be the same I dug so deep with hopes to find your reasoning
You're changing keys on me again Your melody lacks common sense Your lies leave an open ended space Don't forget to cover up your traces
Like a poisoned apple, polished and sugar coated You're well off to deceive through your sweet appearance Your cunning linguistic lies reveal one too many sides
And it will never be the same I dug so deep with hopes to find your reasoning
You're changing keys on me again Your melody lacks common sense Your lies leave an open ended space Don't forget to cover up your traces
It will never be the same More from Fell Far Behind