You fake a smile, you lie and say
You're better now than ever and your life's ok
Well it's not ...no
You're doing all these things out of desperation
You're going through six degrees of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself


The Script - Six degrees of seperation