I must have called a thousand times to tell you:
"I'm sorry, for everything that I've done"
But when I call you never seem to be home

 I forgive but can't forget your mistakes
Now I think it's time for you to pay

 Clipped wings, I was a broken thing
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing

 With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now; entertain us

 In the dark
And I’m right on the middle mark

 It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

 You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness

 I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head

 I found solace in the strangest place
Way in the back of my mind

 Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb