Master of Lonely

the wonderful colours of loving you
are all turned to grey
cut the world into fragments
put it on display
i don’t care to analyse
why you turned out this way
and i’m on the side getting laughed at
while you’re driving fast
trying not to look back
i know what you’ve done
it doesn’t matter what you tell anyone (anyone…)
if he says he loves you
but then he ain’t got your back
trust me baby
you don’t want a man like that
don’t worry about me
i’m doing just fine
i got some anonymous psychiatrist
to analyse my mind
i’m on the side getting laughed at
while you’re driving fast
trying not to look back
i know what you’ve done
it doesn’t matter what you wanna tell anyone (anyone…)
i know what you’ve done
it doesn’t matter what you tell anyone (anyone…)
maybe if you hide
i’m on the side getting laughed at
while you’re driving fast
trying not to look back
i know what you’ve done
it doesn’t matter what you tell anyone (anyone…)
i know what you’ve done
it doesn’t matter what you tell anyone (anyone…)