So How Many Points Do You Have 'till You Gain, You Know, The Ultimate Power? - List

Oh, you had littered your clothes

Across the floor where we last met

Like a trail of things we never said—

But what have we ever said?

Still, it was 1998

And we had plenty of time to reconcile

But I was more concerned with what came next

Then I was of forgiving you

But you had not forgiven me

And you would not allow your teenage heart

Time to mend or time away

Oh, what an ugly sight it was to see!

So you told them all about me—

And all the things I hadn’t done

And the little white lies that birthed from your mouth

Turned into such an avalanche

Then your voice became so small

Or everyone else’s grew large

But it was far too late

To pull the words back

They were gone

They were gone

They were gone

They were gone

So no one will hear you scream

«No one will love you like I do…»

«No one will love you like I do…»