Paroles: 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

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?
And 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

It's not easy to hide
All this damage inside
I'll carry you with me
'Til, I'm not alive