Every attempt to... Is filled with holes It reads like a plygraph I'm told I'[m not bitter anyway Let it go I never sleep still lest I forget Tied down by handicaps instead I'm not bitter anyway, but I didn't want it to turn out this way Sing a long goodnight, forgeit any fight Refuse to rest assured It comes with no reply Hold on too tight I hang on every word If it wall ended tonight, you know that I wouldn't mind It'd be back to the good old times before it won
