| I have tried to so hard to feel much more for her than nothing | |
| Wouldn't it be nice if I pretended that I care? | |
| I can promise her a life of wonderful perfection | |
| I can promise her that I will lead her from despair | |
| Come the day and I'll be over | |
| And she will leave me all alone | |
| Will I stay? | |
| Will I stay sober? | |
| Or just bottle all my shame? | |
| She | |
| Drags me under | |
| Pulls me over | |
| Now I'm sober | |
| She | |
| I don't want her anymore | |
| I don't need her anymore | |
| So I leave her, standing at the door... | |
| When I look at her a creeping guilt lies in my lusting | |
| Does she realise just what she's doing to herself? | |
| I can promise her a life of wonderful perfection | |
| I can promise her that I will lead her from despair | |
| Come the day and I'll be over | |
| And I will leave her all alone* | |
| Will I stay? | |
| Will I stay sober? | |
| Or just bottle all my shame? | |
| She | |
| Drags me under | |
| Pulls me over | |
| Now I'm sober | |
| She | |
| I don't want her anymore | |
| I don't need her anymore | |
| So I leave her, standing at the door... |