Open my book

Read my diary

Squeeze out

Every sick bone that's in me

What are you gonna do when I come running

It won't come to no confronting, cause I'm whipping out all sense in me,

Whipping out all sense

What are you gonna say, I stare away, I know I fucked up, that's OK

Forgive me, forgive me....

This is the day it all comes down..........OK

This is the day it all comes down OK

Close my eyes now

Strange taste in my mouth

Now, fear is long gone

Shook my hand, waved goodbye what are you gonna do......etc.....

This is the day it all comes down.........OK

This is the day it all comes down OK