The Art of Letting Go

Well it's the art of letting go
I don't really think I know
But I have to find a place to rest
Right now

It is tearin me apart
And its a, no good mode for my heart
Please tell me and I'll step away
Right now

Cause what you've said, and what you've done, they don't match so I'm confused
And all this time, when you've been gone, I feel my hope has been abused
Cause now you're back, I see the truth, and now I know that I've been used
I find it cold, I find it cruel, that's who you are

Well it's the art of letting go
I really wish I'd known
Cause being a puppet on a string
Is no good

Cause what you've said, and what you've done, they don't match so I'm confused
And all this time, when you've been gone, I feel my hope has been abused
Cause now you're back, I see the truth, and now I know that I've been used
I find it cold, I find it cruel, that's who you are

And I had to find a place to rest
Yeah I had to find a place to rest
Oh yes I had to find a place to rest
Right there

Cause what you said, and what you did, they wouldn't match so I's confused
And all that time, when you were gone, I felt my hope had been abused
Cause now you came back, I saw the truth, and then I knew that I'd been used
I find it cold, I find it cruel, that's who you are