There's a house down on the corner. That we always used to talk about. Never had the guts to go inside. Not even on a dare. . Boarded up and creepy. Scary eyes looked out upon a sleepy town.
Waiting for someone to finish the story. Of a heart that's been broken and thrown on the floor. Picking up pieces to put back together. Hoping it beats like before.
I don't care what you say. Nothing's gonna change me anyway. I don't care what you say. About me. . Look inside, what you see. Ain't the kind of man I wanna be.