I'm tired of your open mouth, Crawling inside my skin, Endless pain we never quit, The fight within that pride's begun, Saying it's too late, What a man's got, he'll learn to hate.
Forget the time I said I would, Replace that with I never will, Beyond the facts held in your face, Ignore the facts beyond your nose, Saying it's too late, What a man's got, he'll learn to hate.
