What kind of a guy would bleed me dry
and place me on the dagger's edge?
I am craving the end.
What kind of a fool would write these rules?
I never get a chance to dream
I won't pretend that I'm not wasted again
but I can't lose the flavor of you...
I'd rather be blind, than lose my mind
It's lucky I don't have to choose
...a game I'd surely loose
I'd rather be dead than lose my head,
It's frightening just how close I've come
Please pour some light upon my sad little life
cuz I carry the weight of the moon
Why don't you admit you feel like sh**?
Your messy little symphony
has drawn me out to sea
Don't pull me back in,
cuz then you'll win
I'll think I'll have a drink for three
I won't pretend that I'm not wasted again
cuz I carry the weight of the moon