Ain’t it funny how things change from day to day?
Tables turn and now you yearn for what you gave away.
I could gloat; I could float on a scornful sea.
I could tell you how you broke me knowingly.

I might’ve been young but I wasn’t dumb.
Maybe just a little naïve.
That was then and this is now.
It’s your turn to bleed.

You can beg, you can beg if you wanna.
I’m not coming back.
Repeat, Repeat.
I’m not coming back.

The chase was fun and now you’ve won.
Something that should mean much more.
And it’s true – love is blind,
But boy you better believe I knew.

And now that I’m giving all of my time
To everything but you.
Your ego’s starving for the love.
That was really true.

I might’ve been young but I wasn’t dumb.
Maybe just a little naïve.
That was then and this is now.
It’s your turn to bleed.

You can try with all your might.
But you won’t, no you won’t,
Get me back.

You can beg, you can beg if you wanna.
I’m not coming back.
Repeat, Repeat. Repeat.
I’m not coming back. Repeat. Repeat.