[Sisco, Thorpe]



I see you out there walkin' 

Your crooked smile 

You think that you possess such 

Grace and style... well I say no 

The wind is getting colder 

And you're getting older 

You sit and watch your life go by 

And you can blame yourself

You call me over 

You call me brother 

But I despise you 

Like there's no other

Put you out 

Of my misery 

Put you out 

Get away from me

Take a walk around 

And see the world you live in 

Then reflect if you deserve 

The skin that you wear

So it's almost over 

You will be forgotten 

Or could I be you in the end 

And I'll never walk away