Bent out of shape
Her body moves and pull the feeling from your face
All out of style
Why can't you see there's so much sadness in your smile
It's always you who has to..
Always the same
Can't change your colours or you'll look the other way
For a better view.
The bitter taste
You broke the mould that held you firmly in your place
And now it's you who has to..
When every little step you take,
Keep making the same mistake