The Spill Canvas - Drunken Ballerina Waltz lyrics

It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar That's the way it feels when I see him touching her It's like falling face first into a bed of broken gla** And that's the way it felt when we shared our last dance It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar That's the way it feels when I see him touching her It's like falling face first into a bed of broken gla** And that's the way it felt when we shared our last dance Our last dance What makes you think that I'd enjoy this triangle? I would rather be left alone What makes you think that I'd enjoy playing your games? I would rather you stay at home It's like a new year's eve and no one to kiss I'd rather swim in champagne until the bottle tips Just as long as I don't have to hear her voice I will ring in the new year alone but not by choice But not by choice What makes you think that I'd enjoy this triangle? I would rather be left alone What makes you think that I'd enjoy playing your games? I would rather you stay at home Everything went as planned You failed miserably Atleast I got what I wanted And you're happy Now I apoligize for my bitterness But tell me dear what did you expect?