Living This Life Makes It Hard

If I tear all these walls down I'm left alone with my memories They're all waiting for me In evenly measured up columns and rows. If I walked in your black boots If I walked in your black dress Would you hold me tight Or just beat me for wearing your clothes? It's a dangerous lesson To be learned in the dark It's living this life It's living this life It's living this life Makes it hard. Will I ever visit your tombstone? Will I ever pay for my crimes? And, I ask you: If I'm on fire Why am I so cold? Will I ever walk through the city, Will I ever look without seeing your face On every stranger And every forgotten soul? I don't know if I'll see you But I'll be on my guard It's living this life, It's living this life, It's living this life, Makes it hard. Makes it hard. Makes it hard. Makes it hard. When I finally crumble I won't have to fall too far. Oh, it's living this life It's living this life, Well, it's living this life Makes it hard Makes it hard Makes it hard Makes it hard