Open my book
Read my diary
Squeeze out
Every sick bone that's in me
What are you gonna do when I come running
It won't come to no confronting, cause I'm whipping out all sense in me,
Whipping out all sense
What are you gonna say, I stare away, I know I fucked up, that's OK
Forgive me, forgive me....
This is the day it all comes down..........OK
This is the day it all comes down OK