| I'm lying to you now that dignity's mine | |
| Around me the trails of damage | |
| I can't fight with memories I can't find | |
| I will go | |
| And I'll find find some way | |
| Believe in the pain | |
| With a glass in my hand | |
| The walls that surround me | |
| The sickness inside | |
| Are all that consume me now | |
| And I can't fight with memories I can't find | |
| I will go | |
| And I'll find find some way | |
| Believe in the pain | |
| With a glass in my hand | |
| The sound of morning | |
| Rings in my mind | |
| It's easy to blame me | |
| Most of the time | |
| I will go | |
| And I'll find some way | |
| Believe in the pain | |
| With a glass in my hand | |
| The sound of morning | |
| Rings in my mind | |
| It's easy to blame me | |
| Most of the time |