Bloodshot, tired and torn apartnI'm at my best when I can barely startnI fall down easy but I get up slownI really, really hope that the bruises don't shownnCut myself and I tasted my bloodnDragged my name right through the mudnI fall down easy but I get up slownI really, really hope that the bruises don't shownnIf I came to you late at nightnWould you answer to my callnI can't do anything to make it all rightnThis is how you learn to fallnnCracked my skull and I hit the floarnI don't want to talk about it any morenI fall down easy but I get up slownI really, really hope that the bruises don't show