I was tired of being perfect
To understand you have to scratch the surface
I know I'm not the best of men
I understand your pain and why you ran

Lies told straight to my face
Lies told straight to my face
Lies told straight to my face
I don't believe a word what she says

I stopped using it when you came along
Turned into this clicheé, why do I have to burn
Why can't I settle down, take it easy, but I never learn

I found myself on the bottom of a black pit
They say time will heal, they are full of shit
I can say that time hasn't healed a thing 'cause
If that was the case I would feel like a fucking king