It's my own sad story,
And I'm to blame.
The kind of man you've always been;
You'll never change,
I'll never win.
Broken.
But I'll adjust.
We'll call it lust
And forget the day
You took my hand and lead the way,
With Vegas lights in my eyes
I was blind to see it was merely a disguise.
We're too good to be true,
I know you feel it too.
Our love will never last,
Lets keep it in the past.
