Stealing my reasons from you
i'll do everything you want me to
it's my desire to forget
everything i regret
nothing from nothing
nothing comes easy
simple from simple
rumors becoming answers
next time it will be you
next one in line will be me
next time it will be you
next one in line will be me
for every moment you forget
there's someone else you can detest
making up stories about how it used to be
nothing from nothing
nothing comes easy
simple from simple
rumors becoming answers
who's turning their backs on me?
pointing the fingers of blame
i'm here to say, it's not the same
oh, what a shame...
next time, it might be you too.