should have known better than to be myself in front of no one else alone   should have known better than to stand up tall should have known i’d fall alone   tried to turn pages in a withered book caked with dirt and soot i moan      why you wanna rip me up when you got me begging on my knees      truth hits you hard drowning in its muck you either hide or duck alone   lies hit you light like a feathers touch getting beat too much i moan