Из альбома: Prying Eyes
I've been dragging your name in the dirt
I'm sorry if it hurt, but this year was the worst
It wouldn't be like this if it were up to me, but it's out of my hands
I've been swinging my moods over your head
They floated like a feather just to drop like lead Inside of me I had
nothing left, but you reached in my chest and you pulled out the rest
What's on my mind can't outweigh what's on my chest, and I confess it's
been three years since my last breath.