Can't you tell when the hurt sets in, when you hate yourself and the mess you're in. Don't you just want to cut it out and throw it far away? Can't you tell when the sun burns out, when the stars fall down, when the moon turns black. Don't you just want to cover it out and knock it far away? I can't tell when my life is gone, when my purpose leaves, when it's time to stop. I don't know cause I'm lost in here and I'm spinning and I just can't stop.