So tell me what you want to be
Tell me are you're listening?
Tell me all the things you felt before you let them exaggerated
Tell me what you're fighting for
Do you have a reason?
Let me turn you inside out cos your inside out of me here before
Stuck inside this same revolving door
It's turning me and bringing me back to
Outside walking to the corner store
If I can just make it through the night
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
My finger's stuck on the trigger
Your hands are up in the air
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I'm losing energy
I'm going anywhere
So tell me who you want to be
Tell me are you're listening?
I'll tell you all the things I felt before I let them control my head
Tell me what you're waiting for
I'll tell you that I'm leaving
I'm leaving while I'm inside out
You turned me inside out
I won't take your poison anymore
My mind is my cigarette burning
Empty whiskey bottles on the floor
Trying to make it through the night
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
My finger's stuck on the trigger
Your hands are up in the air
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I'm losing energy
I'm going anywhere
I'll be your heartache
Running
Running
Running from you
Running
Running
Running from you
Running
Running
I can't take this silence anymore
I can't take this silence anymore
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
My finger's stuck on the trigger
Your hands are up in the air
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I'm losing energy
I'm going anywhere
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
My finger's stuck on the trigger
Your hands are up in the air
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I'm losing energy
I'm going anywhere
You said things would never change
But sometimes they get rearranged
I know that you're wrong
You've known all along
You said I could keep you safe
Then up and left without a trace
I know that you're wrong
You've known all along
I'll never take it back
I'll never take it back
I didn't mean to make you cry
I'm not sorry
No, I'm not sorry
No, I'm not sorry
No, I'm not sorry
Things you say, they sound so fake
Can make me drink until I ache
I know that you're wrong
You've known all along
You're not pleased till you draw blood
I don't hit back but think I should
I know that you're wrong
You've known all along
I'll never take it back
I'll never take it back
I didn't mean to make you cry
I'm not sorry
No, I'm not sorry
No, I'm not sorry
No, I'm not sorry
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