Iâm not your video game
Iâm sick of always being played
And the minute that you call itâs like Iâm up for anything
Well Iâm a scratched CD
Broken, burnt out batteries
Like all the other girls who were here before me
You are foolâs gold
Youâre wicked and beautiful
But thereâs nothing left
For you for you for you
Thereâs nothing left
Forget about the time we spent
Thereâs nothing left
For you for you for you
Thereâs nothing left for you
I think itâs such a joke
How I would trace all your tattoos
Hoping that theyâd tell a story I would never hear from you
Well itâs not that hard
I put together every part
Just to figure out they never fit together from the start
You are foolâs gold
Youâre wicked and beautiful
But thereâs nothing left
For you for you for you
Thereâs nothing left
Forget about the time we spent
Thereâs nothing left
For you for you for you
Thereâs nothing left for you
You step on eggshells just to hear them crack
You poke my nerves like they are bubble wrap
You finish every test but you donât hand them in
Just to see how much Iâd let you get away with