There is no question Best intentions Purely driven by a need to play the role
Like a martyr testing patience But you wonât be getting sympathy from me
Take a hard look Whatâs around you Canât you see the misery is in your head?
How you push me Push me over Past the point of return
You never do the things you say Same old song as yesterday
Iâd trade everything To go back and cut you out Dreaming of a day without you to weigh me down I wonât get caught in your damage Lost in the wreckage
I always wonder What you'd look like If I took a peek inside your mind
And I want to feel like itâs over But inside I know the end has just begun
What has happened? Suffocating Reaching out just like a hand around my throat
How you pull me Pull me under Now itâs time to show how
You never do the things you say Same old song as yesterday
Your favorite kind of victim Brought back to life Your favorite kind of victim Brought back to life