I don't want my words to
Come out corny or cliche
I've got too many games to play
Purchased and sold my pride, lost 100 dimes
Would give anything to get my hundred back
I'm another pill in a pill bottle
Shining crystalline design
Crossed fingers, inverted eyes
Mother why do you lie
Do you think I'm that dumb
Come on, I'm your son
I wanna take it all back
The words and be back on track
Something tells me I'm too late
Chosen my fate
Maybe we can start again, be something else
Maybe even a friend, until then