Iíve got a window to see.
Iíll paint it black.
Iím never going to leave.
Iíll never see that place again

Been lured, been jabbed
Been up, been down.
got a heart, I keep it close.
Canít paint it black.

Itís closer now than ever before.
Iím breaking up the pieces.
Thereís the door.
Iíll board it up.

And when I feel the need.
Iíll stain my hands red
In order to show you the way
I could lose you completely.

Written and owned by Dan Chubaty