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Well, I know the words |
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But I can't really speak them, to you |
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And I hide all the pain |
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That I've gained with my wisdom, from you |
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And I'm eaten alive, by what I hold inside |
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All the things that I live with I can't easily hide |
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And I'm left here with nothing |
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Nothing to live for, but you |
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It's not easy to hide |
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All this damage inside |
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I'll carry you with me |
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Until, I'm not alive |
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When you look at my face |
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Does it seem just as ugly, to you? |
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And I can't seem to erase all the scars |
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I have lived with, from you |
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I'm so sick of this place, this taste in my mouth |
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'Cause of you I can't figure what I'm all about |
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And I'm left here with nothing |
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Nothing to live for, but you |
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It's not easy to hide |
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All this damage inside |
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I'll carry you with me |
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'Til, I'm not alive |
