It's the painful pages of your diary.
It's the crying eyes you don't want them to see.
It's the scab that peels and just won't heal.

It's the true you and it's just to real.



Hey, it hurts you.
Hey, it hurts you.



Once you leave there's no re-entry.
You know that once you leave it's more then an ending.

They'll put the pages back in your bruised book.
They'll put the pages back with rusty hooks.
You know that once you leave theres no re-entry.



There's different stages of your misery.

It's wishing yourself out of history.
The mystery of you is hard to conceal.
It's the true you and it's just to real.



Hey, it hurts you.

Hey, it hurts you.



Once you leave there's no re-entry.
You know that once you leave it's more then an ending.
They'll put the pages back in your bruised book.

They'll put the pages back with rusty hooks.
You know that once you leave theres no re-entry.



Once you leave there's no re-entry.
You know that once you leave it's more then an ending.

They'll put the pages back in your bruised book.
They'll put the pages back with rusty hooks.
You know that once you leave theres no re-entry.