They Never Should Have Made A Third Godfather Bayside

Put on the best face I could
Acting happy's always hard when I’m with you
And I know you’d rather be with anyone who isn’t me
To sit contently trying to play my role

Cut to me alone
Cut to me crying
Cut to me on my bed, dreaming
Cut to me cutting

‘Cause I know you’ll be sorry when I’m gone

Why are you looking back on all that we are
It seems so pointless now
We were thinking of remaking us
You never liked sequels anyway
Anyway

Now make me up I’m fading out
To a slow dissolve to black screen, roll the credits
Show’s over, it’s time to go
It’s time to go

Cut to mе alone
Cut to me crying
Cut to me on my bеd, dreaming
Cut to me cutting