what would you do if you were me?
impatience wears thin so easily
how many times is a second chance?
can i count all those times with my two hands?

i know you're sorry
but i don't know
if that means more than just goodbye
tell me the same old story
faking a smile
truth can't hide behind your eyes

you know that i'm willing to forgive
all of those times i will relive
i count all the times that you come back
i count all the days until you pack

i'm sick and tired
of being sick of you
you're running out of time
i hate to see you cry