everything you think you know baby is wrong and everything you think you had baby is gone
certain things turn ugly when you think too hard and nagging little thoughts change into things you canīt turn off everything you think you know baby is wrong
itīs all over but the crying fade to black Iīm sick of trying took too much and now Iīm done itīs all over but the crying
do you really think Iīm made of stone baby? cīmon! that we only love the things we own? baby youīre wrong
certain things just happen when you make no plans and love can really tear you up and it can break you down everything you think you know baby is wrong
itīs all over but the crying fade to black Iīm sick of trying took too much and now Iīm done Itīs all over but the crying
baby weīre done
if I could I would Iīd change everything cause I canīt forget you though you donīt believe me now I canīt walk back I canīt leave behind where does it go all the light that we had?
everything you think you know baby is wrong and everything you think you had baby is gone