| I took a walk, outside |
| You were asleep with your head upon my pillow |
| I watched the fear, in your eyes |
| I felt a revolution starting as I tiptoed |
| And there’s a method to my madness |
| I can’t find the words, I don’t speak your language |
| And it’s my favorite habit |
| Lying to myself to forget what happened |
| 'Cause maybe this time it’s personal |
| You turn my heart cold, oh, why can’t you tell |
| That maybe this time it’s permanent |
| Your love it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell |
| Was I so misunderstood |
| You covered up my doubts and pushed away the silence |
| There was a time, we were good |
| But all your growing insecurities defined us |
| And there’s a method to my madness |
| I can’t find the words, I don’t speak your language |
| And it’s my favorite habit |
| Lying to myself to forget what happened |
| 'Cause maybe this time it’s personal |
| You turn my heart cold, oh, why can’t you tell |
| That maybe this time it’s permanent |
| Your love it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell |
| And my heart |
| 'Cause I don’t want forever if forever is gone |
| And my heart |
| 'Cause somewhere in the middle is not where I belong |
| 'Cause maybe this time it’s personal |
| You turn my heart cold, oh, why can’t you tell |
| That maybe this time it’s permanent |
| Your love it cuts deep, but it hurts like hell |
| Maybe this time |
| Maybe this time it’s personal |
| Oh, maybe this time |
| Maybe this time it’s personal |
| Maybe this time |
| Maybe this time it’s personal |
| Oh, maybe this time |
| Maybe this time it’s personal |