This bitter pill will choke you when it’s whole.
And numb the pain you feel when you fall.

You’re so self-absorbed would you notice at all that?
Were I to stumble would you break my fall?
Too tired to play this game and now I’m sick to the core of you to listen at all.

Now the truth would seem too bitter to believe.
Cause words they come cheap.
They flatter to deceive.
So lip service reads “Sick of your dishonesty.”
You should just tell me;

Chorus

Do you feel the same and understand how I feel?
Now there’s nothing more to lose.
Show me what you mean so that I can see that it’s real.
To take what I got from you.

Take your pound of flesh, devour it whole.
Peel back the layers and choke on my soul.
So does it change a thing?
Does it make sense at all, to covet me when you abuse?

Now the truth would seem too bitter to believe.
‘Cause words they come cheap.
They flatter to deceive.
So lip service reads “Sick of your dishonesty.”
You should just tell me;

Chorus

Don’t you show concern.
Turn your face to learn.
Another thing to burn.

Chorus

We’ll end this talk another way…a different way.
Who’ll end this?