Open my book
Read my diary
Squeeze out
Every sick bone thats in me
What are you gonna do when I come running
It wont come to no confronting, cause Im whipping out all sense in me,
Whipping out all sense
What are you gonna say, I stare away, I know I fucked up, thats ok
Forgive me, forgive 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
Now, fear is long gone
Shook my hand, waved 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