I got 2 bloody knees and a brand new scar
So come along son and ask me just how far
I took it the first time, this time
There won´t be a next time
What kind of friend would bite my hand
If I stuck it out like I gave a god damn
My eyes are open wide and I, and I hate what I find

The love, the hate, regret
We all have it, we all have it
The love, the hate, regret
We all have it

Raise your hands if you feel like I do
Scream aloud if you feel like I do
Bring the hell if you feel like I do
Like you do
Like we all do

I´d climb up 16 chapels
And kick out every 16th stone
To keep another one from feeling so broken
To keep another one from feeling so torn
Ain´t got a friend that wouldn´t bite my hand
If I stuck it out like I gave a god damn
I tasted of jaded tongue and I, and I´ve grown to like it