Lyrics:

Blind on a ledge, not a thing, not a...

Road of broken heart, not a thing. Not at at all.

You know...



Of things we hear, nothing's there.. nothing.

She said 'Why do you watch me?' said 'why?'

You know..



Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck. But I... Care. For You. Said alright. Could be a good excuse.



Full of love, just returned, just when..

You lied, it hurt and your pride... your pride.

Hurt. Pride.



And it is... not a thing...not a...you. It hurt. Nothing. And me. It is...these games.. are nothing.



Maybe a good excuse not to give a fuck. But I... But I... But I... But I... But I don't want you. And don't want me. These. games. are nothing.