| The morning after was the scene | |
| It seemed like the night before was nothing more | |
| Than a bad dream | |
| It felt real, but I couldn't tell | |
| And I ask myself | |
| What is the measure of a man who can't forgive? | |
| It's left up to the weight of his words | |
| And how he lives within... | |
| He's small in character | |
| And resorts in, taking it out on those who deserve a second chance | |
| Well I could never be that way | |
| So I'll leave the past to yesterday | |
| And I'm left with just one question | |
| How do we always get so close | |
| To resolution and just give up | |
| Suddenly, I realized what you've done | |
| And it gets a little harder to say it | |
| Don't let your habits take control | |
| Because eventually they take their toll | |
| But you have to understand | |
| You can't just swing where you choose | |
| Not everyone is willing to forgive you | |
| Please get a hold of yourself before I have to | |
| Walk away for good | |
| (walk away for good) | |
| How do we always gets so close | |
| To resolution and just give up | |
| Suddenly, I realized what you've done | |
| And it's get's a little harder to say it | |
| Don't let your habits take control | |
| Because eventually they take their toll | |
| The habit was the gun | |
| The influence the trigger | |
| And the bullet was your tongue | |
| The habit was the gun | |
| The influence the trigger | |
| And the bullet was your tongue | |
| The bullet was your tongue | |
| (But I didn't buckle from the pain) | |
| The habit was the gun | |
| The influence the trigger | |
| And the bullet was your tongue | |
| The bullet was your tongue | |
| (But I didn't buckle from the pain) | |
| You can't live your life in a coma | |
| Not expecting to wake up one day | |
| In the coffin you built with your bare hands | |
| And think you can just walk away | |
| (And walk away) | |
| You can't live your life in a coma | |
| Not expecting to wake up one day | |
| In the coffin you built with your bare hands | |
| And think you can just walk away | |
| (And walk away) | |
| I've been over this a thousand times before | |
| And still you are in the wrong | |
| If you keep this up, I won't be around for long |