The morning after was the scenenIt seemed like the night before was nothing morenThan a bad dreamnIt felt real, but I couldn't tellnAnd I ask myselfnnWhat is the measure of a man who can't forgive?nIt's left up to the weight of his wordsnAnd how he lives within...nHe's small in characternAnd resorts in, taking it out on those who deserve a second chancennWell I could never be that waynSo I'll leave the past to yesterdaynAnd I'm left with just one questionnnHow do we always get so closenTo resolution and just give upnSuddenly, I realized what you've donenAnd it gets a little harder to say itnDon't let your habits take controlnBecause eventually they take their tollnnBut you have to understandnYou can't just swing where you choosenNot everyone is willing to forgive younPlease get a hold of yourself before I have tonWalk away for goodn(walk away for good)nnHow do we always gets so closenTo resolution and just give upnSuddenly, I realized what you've donenAnd it's get's a little harder to say itnDon't let your habits take controlnBecause eventually they take their tollnnThe habit was the gunnThe influence the triggernAnd the bullet was your tonguennThe habit was the gunnThe influence the triggernAnd the bullet was your tonguenThe bullet was your tonguen(But I didn't buckle from the pain)nnThe habit was the gunnThe influence the triggernAnd the bullet was your tonguenThe bullet was your tonguen(But I didn't buckle from the pain)nnYou can't live your life in a comanNot expecting to wake up one daynIn the coffin you built with your bare handsnAnd think you can just walk awayn(And walk away)nnYou can't live your life in a comanNot expecting to wake up one daynIn the coffin you built with your bare handsnAnd think you can just walk awayn(And walk away)nnI've been over this a thousand times beforenAnd still you are in the wrongnIf you keep this up, I won't be around for long