I've been down so long that I can't feel it anymore
Every time I put my pencil to the page
All this broken glass and smoldering ash around me
Makes it hard for me to see right through the haze
And I wonder
Just what is there left for me to explain?
And I wonder
What the Hell do you want me to say?
I could tell you
But you just won't know the half of it
I should blame you
But I won't give you the credit
I'll keep ripping apart
All the scars on my heart
I'll beat this on my own
I've been down the road and paid the tolls of penance
Since I signed up to become the Devil's own
All these broken thoughts have become such a menace
As I struggle just to find my way back home
And I wonder
Did you get your fill of misery and pain?
And I wonder
Are these words enough to lead you on your way?
I could tell you
But you just won't know the half of it
I should blame you
But I won't give you the credit
I'll keep ripping apart
All the scars on my heart
I'll beat this on my own
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I could tell you
But you just won't know the half of it
I should blame you
But I won't give you the credit
I'll keep ripping apart
All the scars on my heart
I'll beat this on my own
I could tell you
But you still won't know the half of it
I should blame you
But I won't give you the credit
I'll keep ripping apart
All the scars on my heart
I'll beat this on my own
I've been down so long that I can't feel it anymore
But something tells me that's about to change