Everything has got a sense of permanence attached to it,
Sucks you in and feeds you until finally you're used to it
And now you're so dependant,
Now you're so defensive,
Now you're finding reasons why they're all wrong

So in love with all your vices,
You can't change or move on

And it comes to this;
SWuch tragic endings,
You shake your fist,
Just stop pretending,
It comes to this,
Such tragic endings,
It's hit or miss,
Just stop pretending now

Everyone keeps asking you "what exactly happened?"
You've got all these excuses but,
You don't have an answer,
Because you don't know your self,
You don't know your own weaknesses,
You're always innocent,
Because you're never honest,

So wrapped up in your perspective,
Morality has become an opinion

It comes to this,
Such tragic endings,
You shake your fist,
Just stop pretending,
It comes to this,
Such tragic endings,
It's hit or miss,
Just stop pretending now

You wanted to be left alone,
But you wanted someone to say:
"Boy i'm always here for you"
But you can't have it both ways
Now no one knows what you've done,
No one knows what you've done,
No one knows what you've done,
And it's just as well

The only thing that comforts me is:
Knowing that you'll never be happy