We're writing confessions behind locked doors that's all we're good for.
Through this what have we learned? It doesn't matter
if you play with fire, either way you get burned
This game was fixed from the start, we don't have a chance.
We're just knocking on
deaths door, waiting for an answer.
If you're still wondering what the future holds, it's our names in the brightest lights with burned
out bulbs.
Through this, what have we learned? It doesn't matter if you play with fire either way you get burned.
