Your angernIs your diseasenIt burns inside of younAll over younLike firenLike firenOver younIt makes you miserablenYou know it’s truennWhat’s leftnFor me to saynWe make no sensenCouldn’t we be the samenNo argumentsnWhat’s left to say nownNo wordsnNo words to say nownnThe things younHide from menWhy can’t you say it all nTo my facenJust say itnJust say itnTo my facenThis could be beautiful nTalk to mennWhat’s leftnFor me to saynWe make no sensenCouldn’t we be the samenNo argumentsnWhat’s left to say nownNo wordsnNo words to say nownnThere’s just nothing left to say nI’m tried of all the arguing everydaynWe will never be the samenI don’t want to play your gamen