Tell me, what is the deal between you and me?
I wanna hear it; is it so hard to get over me and leave?
You're still saying that you're a part of my life
And that won't change till the day you die
Baby, you're right, but the tables have turned
Now the blessing has turned into a curse
You put the words into my mouth
You think that you're special
And it makes you proud
We can't get along but at least we can try
To go on with our lives without hurting each other