You turned the tables on me I used to be the apple of your eye I had you with me every day But now whenever you are passing by You're always looking the other way It's little things like this That prompt me to say And now I'm falling for you I can't

Spit, it out All you wanna do is drag me down All I wanna do is stamp you out Fuck me! I'm all out of enemies! Since you never gave a damn in the first place Maybe its time you had the tables turned Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem

Processed, diluted Virtually unrecognizable I was lost there, no direction A scattered void I'm on to you Your evil game The tables have turned

Processed, diluted Virtually unrecognizable I was lost there, no direction A scattered void I'm on to you Your evil game The tables have turned