Your voice, it kills me to hear it.
I know the truth, its in your spirit.
These boys will love, till the end of time.
But to you, that ain't worth a dime.
If it ain't money in your pocket,
You have no place to lock it
No heart to store the memories
Just emptiness and illfeelings.
I try to brush my thoughts aside,
But the truth, it hurts, it doesn't hide.