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