holding your hand is the last thing i'd ever wanna do
don't think i'm bitter, i'm not-- it's just that i'm mad at you
i can still taste your selfishness and frankly it's makiung me sick
i swear, never again that i'll fall for one of your tricks
CHORUS:
i hope you've got some satisfaction
from tearing my heart in two
but as i sit here, staring at your pictures
i wonder why i'm still in love with you
walking alone without you by my side
now i spend my days getting you off my mind
i can still smell your perfume-- it lingers in the air
i can still hear your words even though you're not there
REPEAT CHORUS