I always say I'm tired of fighting,
tired of writing about you.
I always promise that I'll know next time,
but I still waste my time on you.
So now you've proven that all my doubts were
just my instinct kicking in.
And all I've lost was time and effort,
but that sure ain't worth putting in.
And I can't handle
one more letdown,
one more breakdown,
one more fight.
I'm moving on towards
moving on and
you can't handle
that I'm still right.
I've done my part, so now it's your turn.
When will you learn it's just a game?
They say all is fair in love and war,
but when you play they seem the same.
So this is what it's all come down to?
I never thought it'd end like this.
It's just too bad I can't compete with
your temporary happiness.
And I can't handle
one more letdown,
one more breakdown,
one more fight.
I'm moving on towards
moving on and
you can't handle
that I'm still right.
I can't handle
one more letdown,
one more breakdown,
one more fight.
I'm moving on towards
moving on and
you can't handle
that I'm still right.
That I'm still right.
That I'm still right.
That I'm still right.
Yeah, I'm still right.
