Open my book Read my diary Squeeze out Every sick bone thats in me What are you gonna do when I come running It wont come to no confronting, cause Im whipping out all sense in me, Whipping out all sense What are you gonna say, I stare away, I know I fucked up, thats ok Forgive me, forgive me... This is the day it all comes down - ok This is the day it all comes down - ok Close my eyes now Strange taste in my mouth Now, fear is long gone Shook my hand, waved goodbye what are you gonna do - etc... This is the day it all comes down - ok This is the day it all comes down - ok