IRC-Galleria

Step one:
you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through

Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame

And you begin to wonder why you came

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice

Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed

He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
OR HE`LL SAY HE`S JUST NOT THE SAME

And you'll begin to wonder why you came