It Could Be a Good Excuse

Blind on a ledge Not a thing, not a Road of broken heart Not a thing, not at all You know Of things we hear Nothing's there, nothing She said, "Why do You watch me?" Said, "Why?" You know Maybe a good excuse Not to give a f**k But I, care for you Said alright Could be a good excuse Full of love, just returned Just when You lied, it hurt And your pride, your pride Hurt pride And it is, not a thing Not a you It hurt, nothing and me It is these games are nothing Maybe a good excuse Not to give a f**k, but I But I don't want you And don't want me These games are nothing