Open my book
Read my diary
Squeeze out
Every sick bone that’s in me
What are you gonna do when I come running
It won’t come to no confrontingcause I’m whipping out all sense in me
Whipping out all sense
What are you gonna sayI stare awayI know I fucked upthat’s ok
Forgive meforgive me….
This is the day it all comes down……….ok
This is the day it all comes down ok
Close my eyes now
Strange taste in my mouth
Nowfear is long gone
Shook my handwaved goodbye what are you gonna do……etc…..
This is the day it all comes down………ok
This is the day it all comes down ok
