Half your life I took the hits
The rest I don't know
I close my eyes and see that face
The yelling mouth the angled brow
I won't play the chasing game
I won't play your chasing game
One hundred twenty five strikes come
Leather to flesh
The words we speak through gritted teeth
Can never help a soul
I know there was good I can't recall
It's overcast again
I can't believe it, I can believe it
I better believe it
I won't play the chasing game
I won't play your chasing game
You were right when you'd call out
You'll give me something to cry about
I won't play