And I'm tired of the mainstream And I feel like an outcast And I don't fit inside your perfect beautiful routine There's a ghost in my closet Caffeine in my bloodstream My tell-tale heart don't have a chance with you You say what you say But your mind's made up You lead me on and you know it I play all your games But I know the score And I hate you for making me love you There's a word to describe this Some might say that it's hopeless And I can't help thinking you just hurt me out of boredom I'm a pawn in your kingdom Make your move, because I'm ready I can feel you breathing, feel you turn inside my soul You say what you say But your mind's made up You lead me on and you know it I play all your games But I know the score And I hate you for making me love you There's a fine line between Comedy and tragedy, suffering and ecstasy The truth just keeps marching on Grabbing hold of all of me I'm strung for all the world to see