Sweet hearts and sour kisses, we try so hard, but it always missesnCover up the truth with a bouquet of roses, smash them when the door closesnI never thought I was so naïve, whatever you said, I believednYou said you wouldnt, you said you couldnt leave menThese cold bad thoughts that possess my brain, pointing fingers at me, its always the same thing.nIm so sick, so sick and tired, Im so sick, so sick and wired.nYoull never see it coming, youll never know until it hitsnYoull never see it coming, until it hits you