I broke down through everything 
and you tried your best, to live through the state 
I was in oh I know. 
I remember all those dark days 
with darker friends when I wouldn't come home, 
you'll never get back a piece of yourself that I stole.

I know you keep it all your head locked away and I, 
can't fight the feeling I can't fight the feeling inside.

It's the little things, oh it's the little things that you hide 
(with a steady hand and a little time you will find, that), 
even you can see, I got the fever in me.

I was beat down and drunk as hell when I lost my home, 
I guess I knew what was coming for me then. 
I saw myself in my mothers eyes and I found some hope, 
but now my dreams are in black and white again...