Don't you tell me how it's going to be,
Don't you put the blame on me,
Take away this pain,
Take away this fame,
Take away this pain.
Behind the bullet proof glass
Sipping coffee, feeling safe, and sharing stories,
A million mistakes piercing the wall
Between life and death.
Coming in through the storm,
Feeling sore and useless,
Trying to pull yourself together
Loose change and dirty clothes,
In, out, the voices of riots.
Don't you tell me how it's going to be,
Don't you put the blame on me,
Take away the pain,
Take away this fame,
Take away the pain,
Got to learn how to play this game.
Lighting this room with a spark of hate,
Papers, sheets and memories on fire,
Watching from the door, now turning away,
Let it be what it'll be, start again, once again,
Face it, nothing stays the same.
Counting the stars in the sky,
Because there's nothing of importance tonight,
Wooden frames and plastic glass,
A countless amount of images flashing before the eyes,
Smashed chandeliers, slashed tires for every car,
Highlighting the evening with explosions in the sky.
Don't tell us how it's going to be,
Don't put the blame on me,
Too much too soon,
Is this how it must be?
