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