I'm waiting for the one, or two,
Maybe three bad excuses from you.
You never realized, that I, from day one,
I could clearly see through.

All the words marked with love and despair,
I turn my back and I guess this is fair.

I'm trying,
To hang on to,
What's left but I guess I'm moving on and on and on.
Some day I, will buy a First-Class ticket, to help me,
To move on and on and on.

Offended by the words, of mine,
The surprisal event of the day.
It penetrates your heart, and soul,
It is leaving you nothing but numb.

Like your hands were back tied to a chair,
You turned your back now you're in for despair.

I'm trying,
To hang on to,
What's left but I guess I'm moving on and on and on.
Some day I, will buy a First-Class ticket, to help me,
To move on and on and on.

I'm sure that,
You will get your,
Forgiveness, but you will never hear the words from me,
When you'll die,
Forgiveness comes,
But as I said you will never hear the words from me!