| I hear their voices inside my head | |
| There's no denying it's my private hell as | |
| I lie in bed | |
| I take a look around and see myself | |
| In twenty years will I be them | |
| I've taken all I can stand | |
| Afraid of what kind of man I am | |
| Does everything stay the same | |
| Or will I break the chain | |
| Secrets, emotions, and wounds concealed | |
| Spirits are broken, the deepest scars that I'll never heal | |
| They'll be back handed down from father to son | |
| A closet full of skeletons | |
| I've taken all I can stand | |
| Afraid of what kind of man I am | |
| Does everything stay the same | |
| Or will I break the chain | |
| I will get by | |
| With a little understanding | |
| 'Cause it's my own life after all | |
| I've taken all I can stand | |
| Afraid of what kind of man I am | |
| Does everything stay the same | |
| Or will I break the chain |