Lyrics
Boy, your anger's not to blame
I'm standing in your shadow, you're not preaching anyway
Did you ever stop to think what could have been?
Every road I seem to take always leads to dead ends
And I feel good hating you
And feel great hating you
And if I ever shout your name will you come?
As we travel through the eye of the storm
And if I ever shout name won't you come?
Your pictures on the wall
Minutes turn to hours as the sand begins to fall
Did you ever stop to think what could have been?
Every road I seem to take always leads to dead ends
And I feel good hating you
And feel great hating you
And if I ever shout your name will you come?
As we travel through the eye of the storm
And if I ever shout name won't you come?
