You can’t tell me what it’s like to be a better man
While you got the truth slipping through your hands
You confuse the right by the things you say
While you got the truth slipping through your hands

Through your hands, All through your hands
Like some sort of the weight you feel
Through your hands, Just through your hands
Lie, you’re not as lonely as me

Cause being lonely does not mean, you’re all alone
Cause that’s not case, if I take a look around me

It’s something more that I can’t describe
A feeling down inside my mind
In my head, my chest, my bones
My depths prevеnting me from help

You can’t tell mе what it’s like to be a better man
While you got the truth slipping through your hands
You confuse the right by the things you say
While you got the truth slipping through your hands