should have known better than to be myself in front of no one else alonenshould have known better than to stand up tall should have known i’d fall alonentried to turn pages in a withered book caked with dirt and soot i moannnwhy you wanna rip me up when you got me begging on my kneesnntruth hits you hard drowning in its muck you either hide or duck alonenlies hit you light like a feathers touch getting beat too much i moann