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.