Hope you make your way back home
Be a shame if when you got there it was gone And all the friends you held on to
Never stuck around to see you through
Maybe you deserve it
Maybe you don't
Feeling the noose tighten round your throat
Some act better than they are
Can't face the mirror without the scars
Trade their face in for a mask
To avoid the questions they can't ask
Maybe they deserve it
Maybe they don't
Starting to dance at the end of their rope
Can't see the bullet staring down the scope Can't see the knife at the back of your throat Whether it's the crosshairs or whether it's the blade We all gotta lie in the bed that we've made
Maybe it's a bullet
Or a knife in the back
Just waiting on the train laying on the track
Maybe we deserve it
Maybe we don't
Feeling the noose tighten round our throats