I can’t fess up to anything | |
Pride keeps me out of line and I stop listening | |
So I’m not really worth defending | |
I can tell they’ve had it up to here with my sorrow | |
I fell when I couldn’t buy joy or even borrow for a little while | |
It’s really getting old trying to be so lonely | |
I’m wishing that I could let them console me | |
I despise the way I hide from an open door | |
My eyes gaze away from the life I haven’t lived before | |
These lies are sneaking up behind adding more and more | |
My demise is creeping up behind wanting more and more to end my time | |
It’s really getting old trying to be so lonely | |
I’ll cave down and let you control me | |
I’m wishing that I could let them console me |
I can' t fess up to anything | |
Pride keeps me out of line and I stop listening | |
So I' m not really worth defending | |
I can tell they' ve had it up to here with my sorrow | |
I fell when I couldn' t buy joy or even borrow for a little while | |
It' s really getting old trying to be so lonely | |
I' m wishing that I could let them console me | |
I despise the way I hide from an open door | |
My eyes gaze away from the life I haven' t lived before | |
These lies are sneaking up behind adding more and more | |
My demise is creeping up behind wanting more and more to end my time | |
It' s really getting old trying to be so lonely | |
I' ll cave down and let you control me | |
I' m wishing that I could let them console me |
I can' t fess up to anything | |
Pride keeps me out of line and I stop listening | |
So I' m not really worth defending | |
I can tell they' ve had it up to here with my sorrow | |
I fell when I couldn' t buy joy or even borrow for a little while | |
It' s really getting old trying to be so lonely | |
I' m wishing that I could let them console me | |
I despise the way I hide from an open door | |
My eyes gaze away from the life I haven' t lived before | |
These lies are sneaking up behind adding more and more | |
My demise is creeping up behind wanting more and more to end my time | |
It' s really getting old trying to be so lonely | |
I' ll cave down and let you control me | |
I' m wishing that I could let them console me |