with bloodshot eyes, i watch you sleeping
the warmth i feel beside is slowly fading
would she hear me, if i called her name
would she hold me, if she knew my shame

theres always something different going wrong
the path i walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone [bad word] hanging
can anybody help me make things better

your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty [bad word] home
your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty [bad word] home