What makes it easy to treat people bad Some things you say, and you can't take them back What makes it easy to run from the past Like a child who runs from the dark
Which is the poison and which is the wine The sound and the color is so much alike How much of each will it take to decide When you write the tape all alone
Where do you go when it's perfectly clear You might find your way, but you won't find it here What makes it easy to sound so sincere When you know that you don't care
Love kills lust
How can you tell goodbye means goodbye Not just for now, but for the rest of your life How can you stand there with love in your eyes And still be walking away