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.