Tell me something crazy, dear,
Tell me it's three words and,







My heartbeat was something worth fighting for… Can you tell how I feel, love?
By wearing this black and white fashion that's, fitting to the dead bottom of my third glass…

So instead of going on instinct and, habit and, breaking hearts. I'll try to forget.

Other words are best for the worst of teenage poetry,
and the funny thing is…
Due to a lack of better words, I'm sorry for everything.

It's the end of the world and the last thing you say is,
I was never in love, never in love. I was never in love, and you such a cliché.
It's the end of the world and the last thing I say is, get away from me.
"It's such a shame, I never got to say it"
"It's such a shame, I doubt you'd even care"
~~~You know, how to, kill me, gently~~~.
Get out my life.

I always stood aside and did what you told me,
I never really fought and I took it so coldly.
Well, now it's a surprise, so just quit it with you lies,
I hope all this will open up your eyes.

If life so hard, why do we always fight it?
If love is so rare, why do you always spite it?
I know that this is hard, don't worry about your guard,
You're bound to fall and get scarred.

Everything I know about breaking hearts,
I learned from you.

It's the end of the world and the last thing you say is,
I was never in love, never in love. I was never in love, and you such a cliché.
It's the end of the world and the last thing I say is, get away from me.
"It's such a shame, I never got to say it"
"It's such a shame, I doubt you'd even care"
~~~You know, how to, kill me, gently.~~~
Get out my life.

(La, la, la, la)
I never said, I'm sorry and I never will,
Even though you deserve it a thousand times over.
I have no regrets, so how bout you?
I have no regrets, so how bout you?
I have no regrets, so how bout you?
I have no regrets, so how bout you?