Burning bridges never made me cry
I could walk away with no good-bye,
easy take or easy leave them all,
'til you scratch the writing on the wall.
It's on and off and on again, going on and then
taking all I got again, bleeding me, leaving me dry
You're hanging on for what you can, dragging out the pain,
taking all I give again, faking it, making me cry.
One day, some day I may slide away,
turn around and call it all a day
Even though I've fooled myself for years
I can't escape this ringing in my ears.
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