After all this time, you still don't have the words
To alleviate the things you did to hurt
Pressured further into thinking it's my fault
Always quick to point the finger, but you never see the bigger picture
You know something that I don't? (Know anything)
Throwing stones against the windows of your house
Made of glass, but there's no way of getting out
You see something that I don't? (See anything?)
On the way down, I'm falling into your grip, into your grip, it always
Pulls me down, from every thought that ever made me happy
On the way down, I'm falling into your grip, into your grip, it always
Pulls me down, from every thought that ever made me happy