Из альбома: Play Your Old Stuff
tears run down my face just like the last
no different from yesterday
sick from the mirror
do these prayers feel sincere
the dirt never washes clear
you were good, so good
i grew to love your lies
until i put you in the past
love was lust until he revealed
the man behund the mask
will the scars go away
in this world i have no place
forgive me Jesus this time i cry
i rip my heart outto give to you
alone it never did me any good
hold me close, wash my mind
destroy the me that lives inside