Fly off the handle once again and now it´s too late
I hear the door slam shut you´ve gone and now it´s so late
I can still feel the sting your hand across my face
Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you

Still I´m sitting alone again
I feel I´m riding the same thing again
And if I want to I can just shut up
Now I know that I´ve got

Nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you
And still I´m fighting ´cuz there´s
Something to prove to

I hear your car drive in the lot it´s 3 this morning
I don´t know how to feel or what to say or should I ask
Where have you been what could I do you´re drunk I´m sorry
Then we lay down I feel so numb I wish you´d kill me

Fly off the handle once again and now it´s too late
I hear the door slam shut you´ve gone and now it´s so late
I can still feel the sting your hand across my face
Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you

Still I´m sitting alone again
I feel I´m riding the same thing again
And if I want to I can just shut up
Now I know that I´ve got

Nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you
Nothing to prove to you
And still I´m fighting ´cuz there´s
Something to prove to