Everything is moving out of sight
Except if I can't stand seeing it
Only things that I don't like
Seem to beee permanent
I'd rather not meet you
It was nice while it lasted, I'm not your friend
My feelings are see-thru
And I'm not pretending to be someone else
Oh and if everything has changed
I'll find myself in the same way
Once I'm starting to get used to it
I will have to say goodbye again
I'd rather not meet you
It was nice while it lasted, I'm not your friend
My feelings are see-thru
And I'm not pretending to be someone else