(Cambra/Waybill/James) 

Gazworks/ASCAP/ 

Feesongs/BMI 



Take a look in the mirror 

what do you see 

staring back at the lines of life 

so wishfully 

Could it be any clearer 

who earned the pain 

Everytime that you ask the price 

you'll have to pay 



How many lies do I tell myself 

so I won't go back 



Back to the arms of the enemy 

Back to be held by the demons of my soul 

Back to the arms of the--arms of the enemy 



Could be cursed to repeat 

the same mistake 

Wandering through a blinding fog 

that never fades 



Knew it wouldn't be easy 

to bend the bars 

Better off than a homeless dog 

but not by far 



How many lies do I tell myself 

so I won't go back 



Back to the arms of the enemy 

Back to be held by the demons of my soul 

Back to the arms of the enemy 

Back to the bosom of my baby 

and someone to hold 



I'm the last one to yell, "Go to hell," 

preaching doom and gloom 

And I'm not just a hack with a gun in your back 

too soon