What would I do if you asked me to choose The lesser of these two evils (Don't put this on me) A blade "stuck" as fitting to a word as I could figure In my side or the haggard hole it left behind Even bad days will soon be over Take the time I'll show you how Just gave up on all my regrets Even bad days will soon be over Scream until my lungs give out Maybe it's your turn Don't be a bully, a monster Playing games that no one's winning Cold and distant or hot and bothered How can all these words seem fitting I'm not sure about anything about you anymore I'm not sure, but maybe we'll find out Even bad days will soon be over Take the time I'll show you how Just gave up on all my regrets Even bad days will soon be over Scream until my lungs give out Maybe it's your turn