It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar.

That's the way it feels when I see him touching her.

It's like falling face first into a bed of broken glass.

And that's the way it felt when we shared our last dance.



It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar.

That's the way it feels when I see him touching her.

It's like falling face first into a bed of broken glass.

And that's the way it felt when we shared our last dance.

Our last dance.



What makes you think that I'd enjoy this triangle? 

I would rather be left alone.

What makes you think that I'd enjoy playing your games? 

I would rather you stay at home.



It's like a new year's eve and no one to kiss.

I'd rather swim in champagne until the bottle tips.

Just as long as I don't have to hear her voice.

I will ring in the new year alone but not by choice.

But not by choice.



What makes you think that I'd enjoy this triangle? 

I would rather be left alone.

What makes you think that I'd enjoy playing your games? 

I would rather you stay at home.



Everything went as planned.

You failed miserably.

Atleast I got what I wanted

And you're happy.

Now I apoligize for my bitterness

But tell me dear what did you expect?