Low

I can hear the whispers everywhere I go I can feel the judging eyes around me, And I don't know Why I do these things that always seem to bring me So low Here I go again A different place, the same mistakes Remorse always too little, too late Ante up a friend each time I choose to cross the line Forgiveness is so hard to find I always seem to win the leading role In stories of someone with no control I can hear the whispers everywhere I go I can feel the judging eyes around me, but I don't know Why I do these things that always bring me So low Can I begin again? Is another chance too much to ask? It seemed so harmless, over so fast I meant you no harm, my friend When I hurt you, deserted you For someone that I barely knew But I always seem to fall for feeling wanted At the expense of those who want me How ironic I can hear the whispers everywhere I go I can feel the judging eyes around me, but I don't know Why I do these things that always seem to bring me So low I can hear the whispers everywhere I go I can feel the judging eyes around me, and I don't know Why I do these things that always seem to bring me So low... so low