you're like a junk email in my inbox
like a constant ringing in my ears
like a train that's running out of steam
should've stopped way back
you're with a new girl now
so tell your girlfriend you used to be my boyfriend
she doesn't know about all the things you've done then?
all the things you've said just to try and get me back
it's turning light from the dye
you ask why it all fell apart
she's one beautiful rose in a thorn field
she doesn't know that you're among those
she can only give so much until you take
take yourself back and leave the pain
so tell your girlfriend you used to be my boyfriend
she doesn't know about all the things you've done then?
all the things you've said just to try and get me back
it's turning light from the dye
you ask why it all fell apart
let it burn 'cos it's your turn
it's turning light from the dye
you ask why it all fell apart