All this talk about getting it is nothing to me. you'd wonder why i'd even try to push it in or pull it out, you wanted to see my length? well what do you know about all this? you had me guessing, you weren't listening at all. there's this person who's always you and always me. no matter what it is, what we always do. cinch our beliefs in, they fight and try, but no one will break this. this ache and sorrow dance alone across the skulls of disgrace. nails in a bag always hurt. something told me that all this time I was right and you were wrong. but if there's on thing that I know, it's what we do that matters. now i'm not what I used to be because they won't hear me, and now i'm gone.