Second Hand

Fed up with the games we're playing
Seems we're always starting over again
With all our memories 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 WebMD
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 the 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 had started

I'm feeling sick again
Been reading WebMD
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