A sense of worth

A sense of same

A sense of what is in your name

Of what it means to let you down

And pretend when you're around



Lay it down for the last time

And then turn away

Lay it down for the last time

Surely show your rage



I'm sorry doesn't matter

And it makes you mad

And if it always stays the same

Then you'll never see it

I'm sorry doesn't help it

And it turns you away

You know there's something there

And it's tearing away at



The part that kills your faith

The part that kills your faith



A sense of worth

A sense of same

A sense of what is in your name

Of what it means to let you down

And pretend when you're around



Lay it down for the last time

And then turn away

Lay it down for the last time

Surely show your rage

Lay it down for the last time

And then turn away

Lay it down



I'm sorry doesn't matter

And it makes you mad

And if it always stays the same

Then you never see it

I'm sorry doesn't help it

And it turns you away

You know there's something there

And it's tearing away at



The part that kills your faith

The part that kills your faith



A sense of worth

A sense of same

A sense of what is in your name

Of what it means to let you down

And pretend when you're around



Lay it down for the last time

And then turn away

Lay it down for the last time

Surely show your rage



Lay it down for the last time

And then turn away

Lay it down for the last time

Surely show your rage

Lay it down for the last time

And then turn away

Lay it down