Shoulda' kept my mouth shut from the start

Shoulda' used my head and not my heart

My weakness you know

I'm peeled to the bone

I can't let it go

I live in the past

Now it's all water under the bridge

Bitter as the taste of sour milk

Belief is a hoax

All roads lead to Rome

I can't let it go

Inflammable heart

This short tunnel is no longer a shelter

This short tunnel is no longer a shelter

This short tunnel is no longer a shelter

This short tunnel is no longer a shell