You say it’s not going to work out
Why do you have to tell me now?
Is there a difference in anything
you’ve said or done?
Or is it just the way we’ve been pretending?
I’m leaving, I’m leaving
Do me a favour, don’t even think of me now
Just when you thought this was over
It had only just begun
I’m not going to let this tear me apart
She’s not my only reason,
"he’s not my only reason", she said
You’re a weakness to me
You should have sent me a note
or wrote me a letter
I wish it was how we planned
Everything will work out
You said I hated you, if only that was true
You should have said that we’d be happy now
I should have said that we’d be happy now ...