A source of anger
A source of need
A kind of raging
Sudden I can't see
He walks on past me
I follow close and let
the fear inside him flow
A sense of reason,
a sense of aim created this
Created the pain
Put down his payment
to run away,
the truth and honor combine to make
The same mistakes
I make the same mistakes again
Leave it on the table
Leave it up to him
Leave it on the table
Leave it up to him
A sense of reason,
a sense of aim created this
Created the pain
Put down his payment
to run away
Truth and honor combine to make
the same mistakes again
You make the same mistakes again
You make the same mistakes again