Another dark and lasting night
Another talk that’s more a fight
Another Bunch of simple lies
That ends up with the question why
Another word that’s meant to hurt
Another look that’s meant to burn
Another way to twist the knife
That ends up with the question why
Why don’t we give up
Why don’t we give in
Why fight in the dirt
To tear it down and make it hurt
I always find myself standing tall, taking on your hurt-in words, that you can throw my way, knowing that the worst thing would be not to matter at all
I always find myself standing tall, accepting your look that’s meant to hurt, for even though my heart is an open wound, it will never stop loving you
Another dark and lasting night
Another talk that’s more a fight
Another Bunch of simple lies
That ends up with the question why
Another word that’s meant to hurt
Another look that’s meant to burn
Another way to twist the knife
That ends up with the question why
Why don’t we give up
Why don’t we give in
Why fight in the dirt
To tear it down and make it hurt
I always find myself standing tall, taking on your hurt-in words, that you can throw my way, knowing that the worst thing would be not to matter at all
I always find myself standing tall, accepting your look that’s meant to hurt, for even though my heart is an open wound, it will never stop loving you