And maybe we got lost in translation,
maybe I asked for too much.
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘til you tore it all up.
Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.
And you call me up again just to break me like a promise.
So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
I’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here,
‘cause I remember it all too well.