Gotta stop myself from running back to you I don't know, what is real Always make 'in it feel Like I don't know what I'm thinking Blow your cool Drop the ball Throw your fist, through the wall Without even blinking And the more you swear That you have changed The more you stay the same I gotta stop I gotta stop I gotta stop myself from running back to you Stop coming Stop running Stop dreaming Stop feeling Build me up Tear me down Till I feel Like a clown That's just what I'm used to When you should 'pologize It's my fault, no surprise But now I see through you Can you sleep at night Oh it must be nice To always have the other hand I'm already gone And you still don't understand...