| Face down first on the asphalt, thrown from a ten-story rooftop
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| I’ll scrape myself back up off the ground, I can’t seem to stop
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| Letting everyone down.
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| Choked up just like the last time with a head full of scars on the inside
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| You picked yourself up to put me down, you can’t seem to stop
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| Wearing everyone out.
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| We’re all the same, we’re so damn busy just trying to act like we’re not.
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| If we face it all and change the way that we think
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| then we’re probably be much better off.
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| I’m wasting my time with the world on my shoulders, it’s killing me
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| You’ve been weighing me down with your misery
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| You left me for dead and you got away.
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| It’s killing me, killing me and it only seems to hurt you, hurt you
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| I know I’ll never make it out when all you do is weigh me down.
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| Left out lost in the open in search of the words unspoken
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| You’ll bite your tongue until it’s black and blue before you breathe one word
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| That sounds just like the truth.
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| Sink in fast at the deep end an drown yourself by the weekend
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| In all the words that made up each excuse for every lie you told
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| And the shit you put me through.
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| I feel the world on my shoulders
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| and I’m still searching for all the words unspoken
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| We’re all the same, we’re so damn busy just trying to act like we’re not
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| If we stop thinking maybe we’ll all be so much better off. |