Turn the page (Original Mix)

Turn the page.
Yeah.
You show up like the same old season,
Predictable Sunday rain.
I already know the ending
Before you open your mouth to explain.
And then I'm not angry anymore—just
Tired of the rerun.
You pull me close to push me away,
Then wonder why I don't come undone.
I see the pattern:
Same lesson, different face.
I'm not going back there.
I'm not going back there.
No drama, no defense,
Just silence where the fire was.
I see the pattern,