I have swallowed my pride hundreds of times before. It's not fair for you to assume I'll do it anymore. We have been through it all over and over again. It's that old familiar feeling you get in the end.
Tell me, how does it feel to be unwanted? Like something old; like something used. Tell me, how does it feel to be unwanted? Because that is my truth and you are my consequence. You are my consequence.
The face that I have never missed the sound of your voice. Has proven to me that this is the most obvious choice. All of the signs have made me reflect and finally realize. What you have meant to me all of this time.
Tell me, how does it feel to be unwanted? Like something old; like something used. Tell me, how does it feel to be unwanted? Because that is my truth and you are my consequence. You are my consequence.
Tell me, how does it feel to be unwanted? Like something old; like something used. Because that is my truth and you are my consequence. You are my consequence.