The Score
You begged for me not to hate you
I promised I wouldn't - I don't
maybe that would have been easier
would we hurt if there was hate?
if it was seperating us both?
A razor-edged line sticky with the blood
of the fools who tried to cross before
we were kidding ourselves
or each other
with the words that meant nothing
promises to help you through
what was the worst time in your life
that was really just an excuse
and I saw it then
I see it now
I'd like to wish for change somehow
But I see there is a point no more
I only wish for my only friend
but the dreams long dead have settled that score
I force myself to forget your face
try so hard to forget the way
that you made me feel like I was alright
and everything would be okay