Pages of our lives, you’re wrapped up in the ending of everything you’ll never know wondering where you’re gonna go. Cannot get what you want, just tell me what I live for. The telephone let’s you know when you’re alone. We’re all alone here. Something about sacrifice, that’s all I know. Giving you everything still you won’t your face here. Don’t speak, I know all of your motives. One thing you should know, what I really want to get off of my chest. Nobody made me who I am, I made me by myself. Father don’t talk of peace when there’s nothing left. I’m far gone. So far gone, I’m free. Didn’t I wear you down? Didn’t I count you out? watch as I pick up the pieces. No way I can afford your love. No way I can afford you. Something about well, I don’t know and it’s starting to show. Caught in the pages of bullshit overload. Send all you have. so long. Downtown they medicate. Tell me why you care at all and I will save your soul. Calling your bluff. Uptown they meditate. Tell me why you care at all and I will save your soul. Line up. We’re getting too old for this play-doh. Try to connect to anything in this unknown. This unknown tears me away. Caught in your bullshit love.