You're holding your hand to my throat; And you're telling me wrong, 'cause I know Softly you're falling, and softly you'll climb At the foot of my bed, when I left you behind You left me for dead, now it's you who's behind You told me that you would be there; Then again when is life ever fair? Was it something, or nothing at all? Look away as I start to fall Closing my eyes, 'cause I see you at night; Pacing the hallways, and cutting the light Accepting the bad things, though you know you're right You know you've fallen, but I know how high You told me that you would be there; Then again when is life ever fair? Was it something, or nothing at all? You look away as I start to fall Closing my eyes, 'cause I see you at night; Still pacing the hallways, and cutting the light Accepting the bad things, though you know you're right You know you've fallen, but I know how high