I'm tired of your open mouth, Crawling inside my skin, Endless pain we never quit, The fight within that prides begun, Saying its too late, What a man's got he'll learn to hate.
Forget the time I said I would, Replace that with I never will, Beyond the facts held in your face, Ignore the facts beyond your nose, Saying it's too late, What a man's got he'll learn to hate.
Now without meaning, No response, not a feeling Call me your cellmate we've always been on the run Speak your mind clearly discovering what I've done I'll dot the i's and you'll cross the t's just one on one