Grey

Do you hurt the ones you love
or do the ones you love hurt you?
Do you love anyone at all,
or just lock yourself away?

set aside your secrets
pretend you're better off
get high by yourself
flush your dead pets down the toilet
keep a little box
full of letters from the dead
that's the only promise we are given
we will hurt and we will die
that is the life we're living

I keep your picture in a box
I keep your picture in a box
I'm tired of hiding it
I think I'll hang it on my wall
or maybe I will burn it
I don't like the smiles that hide behind the lid
hide behind the lid

I said, "all I want is privacy"
and not to be invaded
I can't escape my own life
and I'm starting to hate it

It hurts to step
and it hurts to stay
life's a dirty little thing
life's a filthy fucking business

Do you hurt the ones you love
or should you let yourself be hurt
or should you run away
or should you