Из альбома: Misery in Soliloquy (Exposed)
All bad things have to begin
Just chose the place and time
I pick a fight I cannot win
And let you have your way with me
Let you take away my pride
You make me weak
You make me weak
You make me weak
(You make me weak)
Not that I could ever hope
To carry on with this charade
You made
I'm left exploited and exposed
A lapse of faith in who I am
Turned into a mascaraed
You make me weak
You make me weak
You make me weak
You make me weak
You make me weak
You make me weak
You make me weak
You make me weak