歌词
WHEN DO YOU WANT IT, EARLY ON OR IN THE END
WHO DO YOU WANT IT FROM, A STRANGER OR A FRIEND
THE TRAIL OF PAIN KEEPS ROLLIN, ON THIS YOU CAN RELY
UNTIL THERE WON’T BE TEARS LEFT TO CRY
I DON’T TRUST HAPPINESS, NEVER HAVE AND NEVER WILL
WHEN IT’S HERE I’M SATISFIED, WHEN IT’S GONE IT LEAVES A CHILL
I’LL HOLD IT WITH THE STRENGTH OF GOD UNTIL THE DAY I DIE.
BY THEN THERE WON’T BE TEARS FOR ME TO CRY
THE SCALES MIGHT BE LOADED ON THE WRONG SIDE OF MY MIND
I TRY TO CUT IT LOOSE THEN TRY TO LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND
THE LOWS HAVE BROUGHT ME AGONY BUT THE HIGHS CAN MINIMIZE
AND THEN THERE WON’T BE TEARS LEFT TO CRY
THE GAME OF PAIN IS ONE THAT I WON’T SURELY WIN
JUST LIKE A JOURNEYMAN, I TAKE IT ON THE CHIN
THE HURT IS EVERLASTING BUT SOMEHOW I’LL GET BY
AND THEN THERE WON’T BE TEARS LEFT TO CRY
Written by: Albert Castiglia
