Shy Side Of Three

I can tell when you hang your head that you’re crying inside
I can tell when you make your bed that you hate me
Break the chains on your soul
Strike a match, take control
I can tell by the look in your eye all the lessons you’ve learned
I can see by the shape of your heart that it’s empty
Take the knife, grab the spoon
Pour some salt on the wound

You can’t face it alone
You can’t follow me home
It’s so sad to see that you’re taking it all from me
Somewhere I gotta go
Please don’t answer the phone
Take the clock off the wall
Doesn’t matter at all

I can tell when you hang your head that you’re crying inside
I can tell when you make your bed that you hate me
Break the chains on your soul
Strike a match, take control