I won′t walk down this street again;
It just reminds me of how we fell apart
And we were yelling, defending –
I hate it when you roll your eyes
You roll away, and I despise you
No matter what we said, well, I'm not sorry
But sometimes I still think that you′re the
One that I'm supposed to die with
I find it hard to breathe
You realise what a jerk I am;
I′ll blame it on my allergies
And we both walk back into the lion′s den,
Grab our whips and chains, and do it all again
I won't walk down this street again;
It just reminds me of how we fell apart
And we were throwing accusations,
Are we to be buried under all this weight?
I find it hard to breathe
You realise what a joke I am;
I'll blame it on my allergies
And we both walk back into the lion′s den,
Grab our whips and chains, and do it all again