So I knew you were fakin
About your dreams
Because when your'e wakin
Everything's what it seems

I know you've got roses
You wanta throw on my grave
But all the time you
You can't see doves reign

Oh, doesn't it hurt
To see me reachin
Words and excuses lame
While it's time for leavin
So mama don't hit the fruit jar
I'd rather see ya hit me
Just cause you go too far
And I'll lose what's real

You'll turn out fine babe
Like father like son
I was wasted at the forkroads
I'm??¦ too old to run

Oh, doesn't it hurt
To see me reachin
Words and excuses lame
While it's time for bleedin

So if it's pity I need
Or rejection I bleed
Cause I never
Cause I never
Cause I never
Asked for nothing

Yea, So mama don't hit the fruit jar
I'd rather see ya hit me
Just cause you go too far
And I'll lose what's real

Oh, doesn't it hurt
To see me reachin
Words and excuses lame
While it's time for bleedin