I let myself stumble
i watched myself fall...

Why is he so blind? Can't he see?
He means much more than that to me...

I closed my mind..
i chose not to tell...

Hours upon hours tick by
night upon night...

I find it ironic...
no really. i do...

This is it. I'm done
i can't handle it. i haven't won...

You say that you're sorry
that you'll never let me go...

Look at me.
tell me what you see...

You missed a little, dear,
when you stabbed me in the back...

She tried to help me up
but i refused her hand...

I see through their weaved disguise
i see the sorrow behind their eyes...

I have this little game you see
about knives & drugs & blood &me...