Second Hand

Fed up with games we're playing

Seems we're always starting over again

With all our memory's fading

And I can't remember how we began

You're all second chances

Just thinking out loud

What else can I say?

I'm feeling sick again

Been reading Web MD

It must be cancer then

Don't know what's wrong with me

I'm feeling sick again

Don't know what else I need

It must be over then

Don't know what's wrong with me

Fed up with games we're playing

Why we always starting over again?

While all our memories fade

And fall apart and turn to dust in the end

Now you're broken-hearted

Cause you couldn't finish

What you started

I'm feeling sick again

Been reading Web MD

It must be cancer then

Don't know what's wrong with me

I'm feeling sick again

Don't know what else I need

It must be over then

Don't know what's wrong with me