Don't cry to me. If you loved me, you would be here with me. ¿You want me? Come find me. Make up your mind. ¿Should I let you fall? ¿Lose it all? So maybe you can remember yourself. Can't keep believing, we're only deceiving ourselves; and I'm sick of the lie, and you're too late.
Couldn't take the blame, sick with shame; must be exhausting to lose your own game. Selfishly hated, no wonder you're jaded; you can't play the victim this time, and you're too late.
You never call me when you're sober, you only want it cause it's over, It's over.
¿How could I have burned paradise?
¿How could I?
¡You were never mine!