I'm runnin' out of options, my ideas are wearin' thin
My lungs are treadin' water, my heart is cavin' in
I'm headed for a place that I have never been
I'm countin' up my loses, I'm hopin' for a win
I have done this to myself
Put my heart up on a shelf
And I have brought upon this hell
It's difficult to tell just exactly how I feel
My skin is soft as silk, but my heart is hard as steel
I'm headed for a place that I have never been
I'm countin' up my loses, and hopin' for a win
I have done this to myself
Put my heart up on a shelf
And I have brought upon this hell
Can't Say that I'm sorry
Can't say that I've loved well
Can't say that I haven't
Done this to myself
I Can't Say that I'm sorry
Can't say that I've loved well
Can't say that I haven't
Done this to myself
I Can't Say that I'm sorry
Can't say that I've loved well
Can't say that I haven't
Done this to myself
I Can't Say that I'm sorry
Can't say that I've loved well
Can't say that I haven't
Done this to myself
Because I have done this to myself
Put my heart up on a shelf
And I have brought upon this
I have done this to myself
Put my heart up on a shelf
And I have brought upon this hell