There are better things to do, better things to see
But no one can disguise the hurt pouring out of me
You can turn your head so our eyes may never meet
You can pretend that you don’t see me,
And at the end of the day I’ll be a lost memory.
You can run and hide living in your lies,
There are worse things to do, and worse still to see.
One day they’ll catch up with you like they caught up with me.
