Your time is here, your time is up, and all my guilt is wearing off.   I'm starting to enjoy the part where you come crawling back.   Cause every time you're waking up, and searching for someone to trust, you struggle with the obvious - you had it all in me.      You're all that you hate to be.   You don't get it, it's how you are, you only want it when it's gone... so leave.      Your chances came but now are gone with each excuse (the same old song).   Your sorry is too insincere, it suits you so damn well.   Cause every time you're trading up, for status just to show it off, you know it doesn't fool a soul because you just fool yourself.      So leave me to be on my own.   The story's played out and your shipwrecked (left at sea) and the water fills to be my redeem.