Herex

We are all contestants in your silly little game Your love's only expression is your personal gain You think that you're delicious in anything you do With silence as my witness, your cacophony's the truth So I'll ask - don't lose what's already lost I'm begging you, don't lose whats already lost Because how can you think that you've figured this out? You haven't got the range How do you think that the mend gets made? It isn't magically You never saw salvation A life was being played But still you're getting married You're gonna get paid Hard not to be suspicious Of everything you do His absence is a sickness His presence goes too smooth So I'll ask - please don't walk out that door I'm begging you, don't dare walk through that door Because how do you think that you've figured this out? You haven't got the range How do you think that the man gets made? It isn't magically Why do you think that the world owes you You and no one else? Wet bed, drip fed, there's no hope Though we never stood a chance Real love is much better than this Real love is much better Is it real love? Is it real love? Real love is much better than this Real love is much better Is it real love? Is it real love? How can you think that you've figured this out? You haven't got the range How do you think that the man gets made? It isn't magically Why do you think that the world owes you You and no one else? Wet bed, drip fed, there's no hope Though we never stood a chance