Sixes and sevens
Forgotten blood stains on your shirt
And the trophy that you kept for me
Forgotten
And misused
I know you'll never understand
I'll never understad
When you say
That this is it
If it makes you cry
I'll be alright
If it makes you cry
You're alright
If it breaks you down
I'll be around
If it breaks you down
Now the trophy's gone
Forever
And I won't sit and wait for you
Remember
My last words
Because you'll never understand
I'll never understand
I made an effort to close my eyes and pretend
That I was happy to see you moving on
Well guess what, it's not over
