The end of the line
I'm flat on my back and my hands are tied
It's the edge of the knife
How sharp is that pain that stings when you
Cut me deeper than I've felt before?
Tryna put a lock on an open door
You give up and I'm back for more
Cause I can't control what I do it for
And all that remains
From what we can't change
Is knowing that I was just a player in your game
A player in your game
When it all comes
All comes to an end