| I’ve been learning a lesson
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| That I really don’t want to learn
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| Open diary
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| Dress her
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| In the words that hold my curse
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| So we grow apart
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| So separately
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| Ignite the hurt that scarred us in our youth
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| I hope to become new
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| And the truth is in tears behind my eyes
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| I’m afraid of losing my own life
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| Might have lost it for composure
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| Can I feel good again for the night
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| I’ve been learning a lesson
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| That God damned me to never learn
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| The worlds a bully that pushes
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| You’ve got to push back to make it work
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| So we grow apart so desperately
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| To find the rope that could tie us to something new
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| Can I be tied to you
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| And the truth is in tears behind my eyes
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| I’m afraid of losing my own life
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| Might have lost it for composure
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| Can I feel good again for the night
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| When you need me in the silence
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| Try to find me on a wire
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| When you need me in the silence
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| Try to find me out on a wire
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| I am hoping for an ocean
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| Bring new strength now, lift me open
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| Nothing ever seemed so hard
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| To be something
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| And the truth is in tears behind my eyes
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| I’m afraid of losing my own life
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| Might have lost it for composure
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| Can I feel good again for the night |