I look into your eyes and all i see is emptiness and lies, dishonesty when all i want is recognition not suspicion, something meaning and everything that you say just seems to have no future anyway. Like 1, 2, 3! – You're history I never trought I'd have to speak to you this way. For so long I thought I eas in love with You I never dreamt that we would ever grow apart thought your secret everyone would keep but you made a fool of me, a fool of me. Ooh so tomorrow I'll be walking out that door my tattered suitcase is apcked and waiting in the hall no looking back, no words to say which could make me change my wind today no-one I am sure, could give you more. Like 1, 2, 3! – You're history I never trought I'd have to speak to you this way.