Lyrics:

Blind on a ledge
Not a thing, not a
Road of broken heart
Not a thing, not 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 don't want you
And don't want me
These games are nothing