Pick me up from the crash, you'll find me laying on my 
ass,
And you'll say to me: “weren't you the one who knew it 
all?”
“That was a long, long time ago,”
But you never bothered to ask..

Take me out for a whirl, you were a virus of a girl,
And you said to me: “Speak me no words of love,
It's something you know nothing of,”
Well I don't, but who does?

It takes me back to a walk in the dark on a cold night,
Don't let the calm be deceiving,
Introduced to a man, to a boy, who could once been a 
friend,
But sees me as a means to survival,
Those who are punished in the end,
Not as much for their acts, but their culture of class,
So come on tell me, what am I supposed to do
As I lay screaming, broken and bleeding in the snow?
Just another mark on the list of things that I don't 
know.

So you'll keep on sitting and say how you know 
nothing's new.
But I remember talking on the phone to you
And we each knew nothing's better.

And I said “do you take time for something new in your 
life?”
And you said “I don't, but who does?”