go ahead and tell em when you're fallin on your face   and you need me   do i need you   don't come crawlin back to me when your life sucks   and just complain you need to let it go   I don't care to talk about how I screwed up   cause i don't care and it kills me to say that   whenever I'm alone and no one else is home   I always seem to find my way right back to you   and everything would be all right   if I could have a little taste tonite   and kill the empty space inside my head   I wish I could just sit back and watch you kill yourself   and destroy yourself mentally and physically   so tell me that I'm wrong which you've done all along   and it gets to that point and you just don't care anymore   and don't hold on too tight then everything's all right   why wont you just tell me when I'm right?   she tells me everything so I can just let go   she came back its over and she doesn't have to know   I don't know what you're thinkin i cant read your mind   and I wont tell if you wont   cause I don't have the time