Cliche

All right 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Don't try to bull me I have it by the horns Trying to play a game When I know the score I'm a fan of clichés So you can bite the dust As I go on my way There's nothing to discuss Do you think I have time for this? For retribution, retribution You ask for one last kiss For retribution, retribution I can't lie, a love still burns inside But you ruined it for me Now the gates are closed So you can never win Now it's a Cliché Nothing will ever be ok Now it's a Cliché Nothing will ever be ok You can't say There were no second chances Your looks let me forgave All your dirty dances Tell me love is blind And I could agree By stating you couldn't see What you meant to me Do you think I have time for this? For retribution, retribution You ask for one last kiss For retribution, retribution I can't lie, a love still burns inside But you ruined it for me Now the gates are closed So you can never win Now it's a Cliché Nothing will ever be ok Now it's a Cliché Nothing will ever be ok Oh you're such a cliché A waste of space, a resenting stain I cross my heart I hope to die I might have to stick a needle in my eye And why! do we go through all of this? Broken emotions? a moment of bliss? I wonder if you live with no regrets As I talk I put you to the test and I make my case I try to erase The memories that have taken place and I'll actually never forget the things you ever did I'm done Do you think I have time for this? For retribution, retribution You ask for one last kiss For retribution, retribution I can't lie, a love still burns inside But you ruined it for me Now the gates are closed So you can never win Now it's a Cliché Nothing will ever be ok Now it's a Cliché Nothing will ever be ok