You used to say that I was special I thought it was a compliment Now you say it with a shake of the head I can feel the contempt

When we first met we were different We had the same kinds of interests But lately we’ve been drifting apart Not like it was at the start, oh no

I’m worried that you’ve seen right through me I’m worried that there’s nothing there At times it leads me to the brink of despair It’s just that you don’t seem to care anymore

You used to think that I was special But now you see me as the devil When you see right through the veneer Your curling lip looks like a sneer

I think it’s over

(c) words and music G Todd 2025