Well I'm walking out before this
Conversation gets the best of me,
You always seem to say the most detrimental
Things in these situation,
You look better from a distance
And I'm just getting to old to talk about it
I'm a little fed up so I'll live without it
This is going to end with one of use bruised and broken
And I can't stand the thought of loosing,
At the mercy of your hands (Mercy of your hands)
This is going to end with one of us braking rank
And I don't think I can take it
(And I don't think I can take it)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Well I'm walking out before this
Lack of judgment gets the best of me
You always leave the room when the crowd is there for me
And I can't keep acting like you make it worth my time
When both us know that's a lie
You're just a sad excuse and I'm your reason why
This is going to end with one of use bruised and broken
And I can't stand the thought of loosing,
At the mercy of your hands (Mercy of your hands)
This is going to end with one of us braking rank
And I don't think I can take it
(And I don't think I can take it)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The best part of me,
Is leaving you
Staying the same, Staying the same
Getting away, Getting away
This is going to end with one of use bruised and broken
And I can't stand the thought of loosing,
At the mercy of your hands (Mercy of your hands)
This is going to end with one of us braking rank
And I don't think I can take it
(And I don't think I can take it)
Oh, oh, oh, oh