i m sick of feeling like i lost this fight i m sick of graying out the wrongs and rights i m pulling out of here to clear my sights tonightso hear me out baby and dry your eyes i d write it out but it would just seem trite i m pulling out of here with holy spite tonightbut i ve got this guitar and i can barely playhow could we have known about what was in store you never pictured me walk out this door i guess we didn t know just what we swore down at the broke down reservoircould we have one more shot for both our sakes can we slow it down and give not take cause if you can t forgive me for my mistakes my heart will breaksee i ve got my guitar that i can barely play and i betray a piece of your heart each time i go away but redemption comes harder when your choosing not to praywe can t stay innocent if we just run and hide no remedy for scars and tears you ve cried my mind would ease if you told me your heart won t change if you knew that i triedno innocence if we just run and hide no remedy for all those tears you cried my mind s a mess cause you told me your heart s changed and you don t know if i tried