The departed ways we have gone,

show just as what I predicted.

Your heart really was a con,

I guess you were only shortly addicted.

Why did I trust you?

Why did I let you break down my walls?

Now all that's left for me,

is to wait and see,

if this is it.

Because no matter where you go,

there's always going to be a dead end.

But not all streets have signs to warn you.