Woorden: Staind. Dysfunction. Excess Baggage.

:
Well, I know the words
But I can't really speak them
To you
And I hide all the pain
That I've gained with my wisdom
From you

And I'm eaten alive
By what I hold inside
All the things that I live with
I can't easily hide
And I'm left here with nothing
Nothing to live for
But you

Chorus
It?s not easy to hide
All this damage inside
I'll carry you with me
Until I'm not alive

When you look at my face
Does it seem just as ugly
To you

I can't seem to erase
All the scars I have lived with
From you

I'm so sick of this place
This taste in my mouth
'Cause of you I can't figure
What I'm all about
And I'm left here with nothing
Nothing to live for
But you

Chorus (altered)
It?s not easy to hide
All this damage inside
I'll carry you with me
'Til I'm not alive