I play that song over and over again, because it's you in there.
It's about the player in you, about the side that just doesn't care.

Again and again it plays in my mind, your twisted, pointless story:
The guy with all of the girls by his side, who lies about his history.

I can't seem to get this song out of my head; it's everywhere I turn.
It hurts to know that you played me; in my head, it's message burns.