I don't think I like your tone. The way your talking through me it's all wrong and you know just how to make me feel like it'll never change and we made this way. To be completely condusive to our own demises. Well, I see my past failures still mocking me, though I've stood here a thousand times before it's getting hard to act like we don't care anymore.
Its all adding up.

Are these tears just about all soaked in?Have these walls caved in? Tell me when.
Something's got to give, something's got to give, but we can't stop ourselves.

Every ounce of pain was self inflicted. You don't know, but I couldn't tell the difference. We all feel the same at some point; so low that we'd aim our blame in direction just to avoid the feeling ourselves. Oh, so called victims finally it's all adding up.

Are these tears just about all soaked in?
If these fears have begun to steal your grin, well then I'm about to give, I'm about to give in because we can't stop ourselves this time.

I don't think you'll know just how far is too far. I don't think you care that I'm sick and tired of these games we play. They're making us miserable souls we don't know living in a home made of boundaries that regret built so gather 'round. I'm ready to tear this house down.

Are these tears just about all soaked in? (catch them or let them fall) Have these walls caved in? Tell me when. (healing nothing at all)
Something's got to give, something's got to give, but we can't stop ourselves. (We can't stop ourselves)

Are these tears just about all soaked in?
If these fears have begun to steal your grin, well then I'm about to give, I'm about to give in because we can't stop ourselves.

I know you don't like my tone. The way I'm talking through you it's all wrong and you know exactly how I feel when the only common ground we share hides inside all of our ailments. Stuck in such a paradox, fighting with the ones we love it's so unfair to us.