You walked in like you owned it,
but I could see you had your doubts.
You like to act so innocent,
even when you're walking out.
For several years now,
we've been playing this same game.
How long will it last?
Will it always be the same?
How dare you speak those words to me!
Why are you so concerned over a simple little kiss?
What good is forever, if forever is like this?
What you call "fate", I call "lack of a better plan".
I've never been a stepping stone, I'm not that kind of man.
What gave you the right to play that card
And accuse me of being ashamed,
When you know it had no basis
To make such a hateful claim?
When you selectively speak to me,
How will you expect me to hear you speak?
How can you whisper words of love
When this is all I see?
How dare you speak these words to me?
Why are you concerned when I don't bring you around
If your telephone rings and I don't hear a sound?
What you call "fate", I call "lack of a better plan".
Is this what is right between a woman and a man?
