Too much hurt, the sentimental respite

I was full of love, and now I'm deprived

I told myself I can't forgive you again

You'll break my heart and then you ask for amends (repent)

One last call

The doors are closing, hit the road

You've filled your cup, with tainted blood

To find your soul and pour it out

Too much pride to break the cycle of hurt

You brush it off and push me down in the dirt

I'm sick and tired of picking up the pieces

For no reason

One last call

The doors are closing, hit the road

You've filled your cup, with tainted blood

To find your soul and pour it out

I know you have demons

You know they're not mine to fight

'Cause I hear them screaming

I know they'll never die

The venoms coursing through your brain

'Til there's nothing left but pain

You couldn't find the key

So you ripped the love from me

You couldn't find the key

One last call

The doors are closing, hit the road

You've filled your cup, with tainted blood

To find your soul and pour it out

The bottle's empty

And I hope you find

What you need

From at the bottom

So pour it out

Pour it out

You couldn't find the key

So you ripped the love from me