Why does it hurt, why does it ache?
All the stammering and the stumbling same old mistakes
Building up lies, breaking of hearts
In that shabby little side the one you never thought
'Till the curtains fall and credits all roll
There's big money to be made on the small story sold
All of the telling gets told
Now with all of the twist and all of the turns
And all of the crash and all of the burns
And all of the heartache soon to be forgot
When it all comes together or maybe not
'Till the curtain falls and credits all roll
'Till all of your dross gets turned to gold
And all of the telling gets told
Find yourself standing out there in the rain
With your own personal gold-plated ball and chain
The cameras, they're all alive, they can tell you all
You're a**embling the footage of your own rise and fall
And you hope that life wins out over d**h
Sure it is your last prayer but you ain't holding your breath
You hope that goodness will one day shine bright
And you hope that justice gets a word in edgewise
Through all of the storms and all of life's bad weather
Now all of the I love yous dead and gone forever
Before it all fades to black and they turn off the sound
Forgive all that I gave up and all that I let down
'Till the curtain falls and credits all roll
'Till all of your dross gets turned to gold
And all of the telling gets told