Paramore

No sir, well, I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore
It's your turn, so take a seat
We're settling the final score
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide, you have made it harder
Just to go on
And why, all the possibilities
Well, I was wrong
That's what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa
That's what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa
I drowned out all my sense
With the sound of its beating
And that's what you get
When you let your heart win, whoa
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel
When you're not here?
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built
When you were here
I still try holding onto silly things
I never learn
Oh why, all the possibilities
I'm sure you've heard
That's what you get