I'm staring out into the night, trying to hide the pain. I'm going to the place where love. And feeling good don't ever cost a thing. And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
Feeling like this could only mean, I'm sinking. Feeling like this could only mean, I'm sinking. Well, I'm sinking pull me out. . Every time I see your clothes scattered out on the floor.
Open up the book you beat me with again. Read it off one sentence at a time. I'm tired of all the lines, convictions and your lies. What right do you have to point at me?.