everything has got a sense   a permanence attached to it   sucks you in and feeds you till   finally you're used to it   and now you're so dependent   now you're so defensive   now you're finding reasons   why they're all wrong      so in love with   all your vices   you can't change   or move on      and it comes to this   such tragic endings   you shake your fists   just stop pretending   it comes to this   such tragic endings   it's hit or miss   just stop pretending now      now everyone keeps asking you   "what exactly happened?"   you've got all these excuses but   you don't have an answer   'cause you don't know yourself   you don't know your own weaknesses   you're always innocent   because you're never honest      so wrapped up in   your perspective   morality's become an opinion      it comes to this   such tragic endings   you shake your fists   just stop pretending   it comes to this   such tragic endings   it's hit or miss   just stop pretending now      you wanted to be left alone   wanted someone to say   "boy i'm always here for you"   but you can't have it both ways   no, no one knows what you've done   no one knows what you've done   no one knows what you've done   and it's just as well      the only thing that comforts me is   knowing that you'll never be happy