This is beginning to become routine, The habit of me left waiting for you, I'd gladly give my everything, but things arent looking up, the odds are against me
The battle between truth and lies, Whenever we exchange the glances from eachothers eyes, Like strangers crossing courteously waving, I'm just another passerby

This has got to be the end of this routine, i think i've come to terms with this hard to swallow realization, it's about time to start giving up, the odds are against me
The battle between love and life, leaves me with this understanding, this struggle with myself, this innerconflict, it appears that i'm winning

The battle between love and life (i'll pick the first one we can work this out) leaves me with this understanding ( i don't think you understand ) this struggle with myself, this inner conflict, (it appears i'm losing)
The battle between truth and lies (it just can't work out) whenever we exchange the glances from eachothers eyes (just turn away) like strangers crossing, courteously waving,
Just let her pass on by