Open my book

Read my diary

Squeeze out

Every sick bone that's in me

What are you gonna do when I come running

It won't come to no confrontingcause I'm whipping out all sense in me

Whipping out all sense

What are you gonna sayI stare awayI know I fucked upthat's ok

Forgive meforgive me....

This is the day it all comes down..........ok

This is the day it all comes down ok

Close my eyes now

Strange taste in my mouth

Nowfear is long gone

Shook my handwaved goodbye what are you gonna do......etc.....

This is the day it all comes down.........ok

This is the day it all comes down ok