Do you see me sittin' here. Waiting for you to say anything. Head hung low, kickin' stones down. Kickin' stones down, down the road to hell now. Waiting for you to say anything, anything.
Straight through you. I burn, I burn. My tongue rhymes one thing,. for eager ears to hold on to. . You know I'll lie again. You know I'll try again. My words, ripping, tearing,.