If I had a dime for every time you walked away,
I could afford to not give a shit
and buy a drink and drown the day.
But your pockets, they are empty,
Yeh, and mine are times two.
So why not make an about-face,
And accept the love I send to you?
You´re never gonna be content if you don´t try,
To see outside your line.
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there´s blinders on your eyes.
Should I appologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?!
Oh, did I crack your shell?
When it falls away you´ll see we exist as well!
Like a bottle with the cork stuck,
You´re true ingredients are trapped up inside.
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you.
I guess the hard shell represents your pride.
Oh, if only it could be different,
We could uncover the you, you deny.
Between two, a small discrepancy,
One complicates and one simplifies.
TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!!
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away,
You could bet your bottom dollar that
I´d be filthy rich by noon today.