Cross my heart, I don't wanna die.
But heaven knows it seems like I try.
Lost in a labyrinth. For weeks on end.
I live and learn from my mistakes, then forget them again.
Got a feeling in my stomach and it just won't quit.
It's subtle as a shotgun and heavy as a brick.
'Cause I'm staring at the devil and the truth of it is.
He's a lot more familiar that I'd care to admit.
If only I could focus, maybe if I could see.
If I didn't know any better, I would say he looks just like me.
The roof is crashing down. The walls are caving in.
We discovered all your stories, are just works of fiction.
The roof is crashing down. The truth is spilling out.