Low

I can hear the whispers everywhere I go
I can feel the judging eyes around me,
And I don't know
Why I do these things that always seem to bring me
So low

Here I go again
A different place, the same mistakes
Remorse always too little, too late
Ante up a friend each time
I choose to cross the line
Forgiveness is so hard to find

I always seem to win the leading role
In stories of someone with no control

I can hear the whispers everywhere I go
I can feel the judging eyes around me, but I don't know
Why I do these things that always bring me
So low

Can I begin again?
Is another chance too much to ask?
It seemed so harmless, over so fast
I meant you no harm, my friend
When I hurt you, deserted you
For someone that I barely knew

But I always seem to fall for feeling wanted
At the expense of those who want me
How ironic

I can hear the whispers everywhere I go
I can feel the judging eyes around me, but I don't know
Why I do these things that always seem to bring me
So low

I can hear the whispers everywhere I go
I can feel the judging eyes around me, and I don't know
Why I do these things that always seem to bring me
So low... so low