It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar.   That's the way it feels when I see him touching her.   It's like falling face first into a bed of broken glass.   And that's the way it felt when we shared our last dance.      It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar.   That's the way it feels when I see him touching her.   It's like falling face first into a bed of broken glass.   And that's the way it felt when we shared our last dance.   Our last dance.      What makes you think that I'd enjoy this triangle?    I would rather be left alone.   What makes you think that I'd enjoy playing your games?    I would rather you stay at home.      It's like a new year's eve and no one to kiss.   I'd rather swim in champagne until the bottle tips.   Just as long as I don't have to hear her voice.   I will ring in the new year alone but not by choice.   But not by choice.      What makes you think that I'd enjoy this triangle?    I would rather be left alone.   What makes you think that I'd enjoy playing your games?    I would rather you stay at home.      Everything went as planned.   You failed miserably.   Atleast I got what I wanted   And you're happy.   Now I apoligize for my bitterness   But tell me dear what did you expect?