On Building Paroles

I remember playing that one. It's stuck in my head.

Over and Over. I took and you bled.



I never said I'd prove it, I only said I'd show it

I gave you my all, but you wanted more

Lost on the inside, filling up the score.



I am impatient. Misunderstood.

What ever it is, I've got what it cured.


I remember playing that one. It's stuck in my head.

Over and Over. I took and you bled.