Today I turn my back to you
I'm putting my stuff on the bus
For you are worse than the flu
Because you broke up us
Putting your arms around her
I should have seen
All the good is a blur
How could you be mean
You were with me, and then with her
On the same bed no less
Everything we were
Its a cut throat game of chess
I don't see you anymore
Or even know your name
The day I went through that door
Was when I won the game
