Insanity is right into your arms again.
Stupidity is thinking you'd be different.
You walk you talk like you own the place.
You play with me like it's a game.
I just fall in line and every time, heartbreak.
I just close my eyes, pretend I'm fine. All fake.
You-you break me, over and over again.
You-you break me like porcelain.
Reality is I'm better than you'll ever be,
eternally regretting what you do to me.