Texty

They say, "No bitter ends" It's better to stay friends But make no mistake I'm hurting, I'm in pain It's always a losing game Where the winner has no name But make no mistake This is the final frame What were the odds when people said "I'll be the someone you won't regret?" But from the very first day It was a losing game This pain is the only thing I have left inside of me 'Cause you turned away I suppose that you are okay, anyway Losing you can break my heart in two I'm not made of stone I think I'm done with this path All those promises that didn't last But make no mistake You were the only thing I had Now I'm using this open door Raising my back on the floor And this is the end No tricks of love, no more What were the odds when people said "I'll be the someone you won't regret"? But from the very first day It was a losing game This pain is the only thing I have left inside of me 'Cause you turned away I suppose that you are okay, anyway Losing you can break my heart in two I'm not made of stone Anyway, losing you can break my heart in two I'm not made of stone
Writer(s): Ian George Brown, John Squire Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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