(Verse 1) Hold on I feel that something's wrong Every word, condemning It's tough, The sex is not enough, In my heart I know we're ending (Verse 2) Laughing. my only way to cope, I guess it's better than weeping, Lost in this charade, I'm the clown in our parade, Lying by your side, but never sleeping (Chorus) Driving home from work I feel, I'm lying to myself that it's real, I gotta admit, the sex is lit, But outside that, this isn't it. (This just isn't it.) (Bridge) Echoed voices in my head, they scream and shout, Telling me it’s time to find a way out, Caught between the fear of being all alone, And the nightmare of a heart that’s turned to stone. (Chorus) Driving home from work I feel, I'm lying to myself that it's real, I gotta admit, the sex is lit, But outside that, this isn't it. (This just isn't it.) (Outro) So here I am pretending it’s alright (alright) Smiling to your face but crying deep inside, But deep down I know we're through, And I bet you know it too, This just isn’t it.