You took my kisses and all my love You taught me how to care Am I to be just remnant of a one side love affair All you took I gladly gave There is nothing left for me to save Why not take all of me Can't you see

Cast out, buried in a hole Struck down, forcing me to fall Destroyed, giving up the fight Well, I know I'm not alright I'm not part of your elite I'm just alright Class structure waving colors Bleeding from my throat Not subservient to you I'm just

I gotta leave, I gotta go, There's nothing here for me no more I gotta be free, I gotta be Somewhere that I can just be me. And I run run runaway, run run runaway, Run run runaway, I runaway. Listen, yeah A lifetime of dreaming, visualizing paradise I

Remember me for centuries We'll go down in history Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me And just one mistake Is all it will take Mummified my teenage dreams No, it's nothing wrong with me

Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the

And what you've seen isn't there anymore Just like it has before Now we can say that nothing's lost and only change brings round the prophecy Where now it's melting, the solid frost was once a veil on greener landscapes we would see Beneath my surface

I'm not here for your entertainment You don't really wanna mess with me tonight Just stop and take a second I was fine before you walked into my life Cause you know it's over, before it began Keep your drink, just give me the money It's just you and your

I know too well that I'm just wasting precious time In thinking such a thing could be That you could ever care for me I'm sure you hate to hear That I adore you, dear But grant me Just the same I'm not entirely to blame

But lets forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell him I'm fine And to show, I overcome the blow I learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real Operator, could

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,