Lying awake, in the bed of my mistakes, oh it’s time to face the pain, it never goes away.-
-Dying for a taste, of what I thought had loved me, oh it’s colder to embrace, cuz all she did was shove me.-
-Now this life is growing cold, the years I’m growing older, feel like quicksand on the road, that leaves me driving slower-
-and this time I fall again, The cross I carry slams down on my back, like every sin, is coming back to haunt me-
-Oh this ringing in my head, it won’t hang up the phone, because the line’s already dead, it’s trying to call me home-
-All these bridges I’ve burned down, to keep myself behind the line, so when i come around, you can’t say that I’ve crossed it.