I, I, I don't even know who I am anymore
And I-I-I-I-I can't get out of bed
Every day is a chore
So why-y-y-y-y do I do this to myself
I
Let him drag me down to hell
Cry
And I'm growing awfully tired
Don't think I can keep it all inside
I spill my guts
That's just my luck
My arms are tired from holding you up
Got a little devil on my shoulder and he's tough
Got a little devil on my shoulder I can't trust
I spill my guts
Words turn to dust
My lips are bloody from zipping them shut
Got a little devil on my shoulder and he's rough
Got a little devil on my shoulder I can't trust
I won't compromise with myself anymore
I tri-I-I-I-I-ied but when I open my mind
You close all my doors
So why-y-y-y-y do I do this to myself
I
Let him drag me down to hell
Cry
And I'm growing awfully tired
Don't think I can keep it all inside
I spill my guts
That's just my luck
My arms are tired from holding you up
Got a little devil on my shoulder and he's tough
Got a little devil on my shoulder I can't trust
I spill my guts
Words turn to dust
My lips are bloody from zipping them shut
Got a little devil on my shoulder and he's rough
Got a little devil on my shoulder I can't trust
