1998

I’m not the reason you’re looking for redemption
You cut some strings and everything will fade away
You’re tired of using physical connection
There’s nothing left for you to say, by the way

We used to be friends
We used to be inner circle
I don’t understand
What have I become to you?

Take my good word, turn it backwards
Turn your back on me
Is it absurd for me to hurt
When everything else is fading?

We used to be friends
We used to be inner circle
I don’t understand
What have I become to you?
Take my good word, turn it backwards
Turn your back on me
Is it absurd for me to hurt
When everything else is fading?

We used to be friends
We used to be inner circle
I don’t understand
What have I become to you?
Take my good word, (we used to be friends), turn it backwards (turn it backwards)
Turn your back on me (we used to be inner circle)
Is it absurd for me to hurt (is it absurd, for me to hurt)
When everything else is fading? (what have I become to you?)

We used to be friends
We used to be inner circle
I don’t understand
What have I become to you?