| Got too proud | |
| For crying out loud | |
| You want me to say | |
| I'm letting you down | |
| It's killing me now | |
| 'Cause I can't walk in these shoes | |
| Sing the same old lonely blues | |
| If I find out that it's true | |
| Never felt that way to you | |
| How could I keep it silent? | |
| I've never known a memory to be so violent | |
| Taking hold and pulling me down, down, down | |
| I can't walk in these shoes | |
| Sing the same old dreary blues | |
| If I find out that it's true | |
| Never felt that way to you | |
| How could I keep it silent? | |
| I didn't know that love could be so violent | |
| Taking hold and pulling me down, down, down | |
| Down, down | |
| Pulling me down, down, down | |
| Did I lose control? | |
| I didn't think I was that bold | |
| I should have left you in my dreams | |
| Now I have, and it would seem | |
| I couldn't keep it silent | |
| I didn't know that sadness could be so violent | |
| Taking hold and pulling me down, down, down | |
| Down, down | |
| Pulling me down, down, down, down, down | |
| Pulling me down, down, down |