After all this time, you still don't have the words To alleviate the things you did to hurt Pressured further into thinking it's my fault Always quick to point the finger, but you never see the bigger picture You know something that I don't? (Know anything) Throwing stones against the windows of your house Made of glass, but there's no way of getting out You see something that I don't? (See anything?) On the way down, I'm falling into your grip, into your grip, it always Pulls me down, from every thought that ever made me happy On the way down, I'm falling into your grip, into your grip, it always Pulls me down, from every thought that ever made me happy