Stealing my reasons from youI’ll do everything you want me toIt’s my desire to forgetEverything I regretNothing from nothingNothing comes easySimple from simpleRumors becoming answersNext time it will be youNext one in line will be meNext time it will be youNext one in line will be meFor every moment you forgetThere’s someone else you can detestMaking up stories about how it used to beNothing from nothingNothing comes easySimple from simpleRumors becoming answersNext time it will be youNext one in line will be meNext time it will be youNext one in line will be meWho’s turning their backs on me?Pointing the fingers of blameI’m here to say it’s not the sameOh, what a shameWho’s turning their backs on me?Pointing the fingers of blameI’m here to say it’s not the sameOh, what a shameStealing my reasons from youI’ll do everything you want me toIt’s my desire to forgetEverything I regretNothing from nothingNothing comes easySimple from simpleRumors becoming answersNext time it will be youNext one in line will be meNext time it will be youNext one in line will be meNext time it will be youNext time it will be youNext time it will be youNext one in line will be meNext time it will be youNext time it will be youNext time it will be youNext one in line will be meIt’s not the sameIt’s not the sameIt’s not the same