Just because there are rules
it doesn't mean the game is fair
so you head the revolution
in your own illusion of despair
When were you a year ago today
and you won't be the last
some day all this pain will pass
When you kill the conversation
and make it hard to say goodbye
I just hate the situation
but you get drunk and I'm just tired
now I won't change my mind
and you won't be the last
some day all this pain will pass
and you won't be the last
some day all this pain will pass