But are you sure you want this? But are you sure you want to go this way? Your confession is confusion At least to me Or should I say it's me who goes away?
Oh, how jealous I would be How happy it would make me I miss your sharpened wit I don't believe a word of it
If I found out that all of this was one big lie And if I confessed I knew it all the time And if I heard your silent admitting sigh Come on, tell me, would you help me die?
You tore apart my heart I'm not about to deny that You tore apart my heart And a broken thing is dead