Its ironic how I fall just to get back up again   A fix to cure this ailing bitter agony   Maybe where the road parts you remember where we first met   So tongue and cheek with stale irony, if it pleases you it pleases me   Just an innocent call a telephone call   Just an innocent call      Now if you were in bloom   I’d pluck your petals clean   Although it won't seem so I can promise you my egos running me   Then I'd be called   You were the only one that didn’t fold   But I just broke right down for you in an attempt to gain control      Maybe I'm a waste of time...   Sacrifice another life...      You were the only one that didn’t fold