So I knew you weren't faking   About your dreams   Because when you're waking   Everything's what it seems   I know you got roses   You want to throw on my grave   But all the time you   You can't seem to stray      Oh, doesn't it hurt   To see me reaching   Words and excuses lame   Well it's time for bleeding      So mama, don't hit the fruit jar   I'd rather see you hit me   Just cause you go too far   And I'll lose what's real   You'll out fine, babe   Like father, like son   I was wasted at the forkroads   I'm too old to run      Oh, doesn't it hurt   To see me reaching   Words and excuses lame   Well it's time for bleeding      So if it's pity I need   Or rejection, I bleed   Cause I never   Cause I never   Cause I never   Asked for nothing      So mama, don't hit the fruit jar   I'd rather see you hit me   Just cause you go too far   And I'll lose what's real      Oh, doesn't it hurt   To see me reaching   Words and excuses lame   Well it's time for bleeding