There's little left to say,
except you had to get your way,
but that's OK cos I got mine and
you're free to walk away,
all those decisions never made,
all those words were never said,
the songs we took as ours are
now redundant and unworn.
My hands are tied behind my back,
a victim of the circumstance,
the first to say it's inconsiderate to wait anymore.
I wished I'd asked for you to stay
but you'd have left here anyway,
always get the things you want and
I'm left counting down the days,
all those decisions never made,
all the words were never said,
the songs we took as ours
now seem so far away.
My hands are tied behind my back,
a victim of the circumstance,
the first to say it's inconsiderate to wait anymore.
The distance is untold x3
My hands are tied behind my back,
a victim of the circumstance,
the first to say it's inconsiderate to wait anymore.
My hands are tied behind my back,
a victim of the circumstance,
the first to say it's inconsiderate to wait anymore.
My hands are tied behind my back,
a victim of the circumstance.
