Twoards a break up, me and you
You talked the night through
About things that didn't matter
But were important to you
I said: I'm frustrated and lovesick
Looking for the nearest way out
So you don't find out what I'm all about
Twoard an ending, me and you
It was never my intention
To become distant and cruel
I said: I'm frustrated and lovesick
Looking for the nearest way out
So she doesn't find out what I'm all about
Chances are they all linger in me
(you got to try again with somebody else)
If I try again, will I be rewarded?
Yet another try, what kind of of person am I?
Chances are they all linger in me