I can´t move on because I can´t move out there is nothing left to do because there is nothing left for you a rising sense which says it ends I don´t care for what they say they won´t help you anyway a lack of art is complained in charts it´s the way you turned to say "fuck yourself, I feel okay" but when you were gone I would pass the way but when you are here I hate you, my dear cause it´s needless and hard to say: I can´t get along, I can´t get along, I can´t get along with you I do believe in you and me and the things we´ve left behind they were just a waste of time but I, I like the way your heart beats I like the way your heart beats I can´t get along, I can´t get along, I can´t get along with you