I'm reading in between the lines and see that we're 
running out of time.
I'm starting to act like an ass just because I know I'm 
the last.
I'm seeing things the way I wanna,
I'm sweating troubles away in the sauna,
but it's no use, it's no use.
I'm counting down minutes in seconds,
I'm watching people try to make a difference,
but what's the use it's no use.
She said:
Oh will you kiss me on the lips
cuz we both know we're done with this
I won't be waiting for you this time,
for that I'm sorry,
but will you stop living this charade.
I'm seeing kids obsess with fashion,
and lovely couples losing there passion,
cuz it's no use, it's no use.
I'm seeing cases of paranoia,
masses of people afraid of nada,
it's dangerous to live you can die
I said:
Yeah I will kiss you, but not on the lips
And yea I know we're done with this
I won't be hating you thru this time,
and I'm sorry for living this charade.
Oh fuck I'll kiss you on the lips
cuz I can't take much more of this
your smell used to make me calm
and your eyes did drive me crazy
I will stop living this