Since the day I met you
I though I really knew you
But in all truth and love, I was wrong
I gave up quickly and admitted defeat
I was never really that strong
But I hid our stains in a white sheet
Nowadays, that sheet is red
Filled with our sweat and regret
I look at the sheet and wish I was dead
I know you placed your final bet
On how and when this would end
I can't finish playing pretend
I still have out piece of history
And it still brings me pain and misery
