There's still a little bit of your taste,
in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced
with my doubt
It's still a little hard to say
What's going on
We're always going to wish for someone to come right out and say it-
all the things we should be,
to be exactly what they need.
I'm tired too.
The problem with good acting, is that it's always real.
I want to know, who's gonna save me?
it taught me to die
And it's not hard to fall,
when you float like a cannonball