I'm lying to you now that dignity's mine around me the trails of damage I can't fight with memories I can't find I will go and I'll find find some way believe in the pain with a glass in my hand the walls that surround me the sickness inside are all that consume me now and I can't fight with memories I can't find I will go and I'll find find some way believe in the pain with a glass in my hand the sound of morning rings in my mind it's easy to blame me most of the time I will go and I'll find find some way believe in the pain with a glass in my hand the sound of morning rings in my mind it's easy to blame me most of the time