Sixes and sevens  Forgotten blood stains on your shirt  And the trophy that you kept for me  Forgotten  And misused  I know you'll never understand  I'll never understad    When you say  That this is it    If it makes you cry  I'll be alright  If it makes you cry  You're alright  If it breaks you down  I'll be around  If it breaks you down    Now the trophy's gone  Forever  And I won't sit and wait for you  Remember  My last words    Because you'll never understand  I'll never understand    I made an effort to close my eyes and pretend  That I was happy to see you moving on  Well guess what, it's not over    Forget this now