You'd think I'd be used to this by now
You'd think I'd have crawled away by now
It's fun to see how quickly they have all forgotten me
It's fun to see how happy they all seem to be
They don't see me
But I can see through them
Keep pretending
There's no blood on their hands
Out of touch with reality
A twisted fantasy
A game of make believe
Someone's getting played
And someone's pride is in the way
Someone has got a lot of nerve
And they will get what they deserve
Somebody's leaving things unsaid
And someone's gonna end up...