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Yes it¡¯s true that I believe
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I¡¯m weaker than I used to be
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I wear my heart out on my sleeve
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And I forget the rest of me
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Yes there¡¯s times I¡¯ve been afraid
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And there¡¯s no harm in that I pray
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Cuz I¡¯m more frightened everyday
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Someone will take the hope I have away
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But you gotta give it up
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To get off sometimes
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You gotta give it up
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To get off sometimes
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You gotta give it up
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To get get off sometimes I know
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All the times I¡¯ve given in
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You fit me like a second skin
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And one by one I will begin
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To wear you on the days I¡¯m feeling thin
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You¡¯d better stop, stop, stop
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Using me up
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You¡¯d better stop
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Cuz I¡¯ve had enough
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And I¡¯m ready to forget the reasons
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That keep me here
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Stop
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