YOUR FUTURE FAILURES LEAVE YOUR HEAD. THEY TAKE YOUR HAND AND LEAD YOU BACK TO BED AND I DON'T WANNA WATCH YOU MELT INTO "THERE'S NOTHING NEW" AGAIN. FROM THE SHARPENED CORNER OF MY EYE I WATCH YOU WATCHING YOURSELF DIE, AND I DON'T WANNA FIGHT AGAIN. DON'T YOU WANNA KNOW IF YOU COULD BE SOMEONE WHO COULD CHANGE IT ALL, AT ALL? AND MAYBE YOU CAN TELL ME WHY YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO'S ALLOWED TO SLIP AND FALL. A MILLION TORTURED REASONS TO MAKE BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN BURN AND THAT'D BE ALL, BUT HOW MANY TIRED SEASONS ARE LEFT TO BELIEVE AT ALL? NOW YOU'VE SWUNG YOUR WRECKING BALL. DRAMATIC SADNESS ACTS LIKE ART. IT TAKES YOUR HAND AND TELLS YOU YOU'RE SO SMART. AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO A THING EXCEPT TO SLOWLY FALL APART. BUT IT AIN'T TRUTH OR POETRY. THINK THAT YOU CAN NOT BE FREE 'TIL ALL THE HOPE HAS LEFT YOUR HEART YOU COME, YOU GO, YOU THINK YOU KNOW, THAT EVERYTHING IS SO JUST SO, AND YOU DON'T GOT NO WAY TO STEER AROUND IT. BUT IT AIN'T TRUTH OR POETRY TO THINK THAT YOU CAN NOT BE FREE 'TIL ALL THE HOPE HAS LEFT YOUR HEART. DON'T YOU WANNA KNOW IF YOU COULD BE SOMEONE WHO COULD CHANGE IT ALL, AT ALL? AND MAYBE YOU CAN TELL ME WHY YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO'S ALLOWED TO SLIP AND FALL. A MILLION TORTURED REASONS TO MAKE BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN BURN AND THAT'D BE ALL BUT HOW MANY TIRED SEASONS ARE LEFT TO BELIEVE? NOW YOU HUNG YOUR WRECKING, SWUNG YOUR WRECKING, HERE COMES YOUR WRECKING BALL.