I'm on my own singing for the people in the next room to me.
Spent today thinking of some things I'd like to say,
well.
As you're here,
I think I'll put this one out straight to you.
There you are.
It seems that I'm proud to stand here singing,
I love you,
you,
wow.
Can't you tell I'm not too pleased with how it's turning out?
Try again,
sifting through the lines that are in my head,
yeah.
For my love,
it seemed as though I had much more to give.
Post a little
love to me, and those concerned will never know,
the love, the first you have deceived.
Give them all a special kiss,
as nothing's changed,
it's all the same,
you think about me all the time.
Every day,
for the last two years,
since we had that friendly chat, yeah.
I'm getting paid to stand here singing all this * to you,
well.
I'll use this opportunity,
a way that it's not meant to be,
I've screwed it up,
I'll make it end.
Time to leave,
just another thing to say,
that I wanted you to know,
yeah.
I've wasted years,
sorry,
but it's you that put me down,
you.
Say it again,
you're sorry,
but it's not that way to go.