You don't know what you do to me
My hands are shaking, and I can't see
You ain't foolin', ain't killing time
You cut me down right in my prime
This will leave a mark
This will leave a mark
Circling above my head
Like a vulture wishing that I was dead
I dig the hole and I lay me down
Fill it up, and let me drown
This will leave a mark
This will leave a mark
This will leave a mark
This will leave a mark
The games you play, they make me weak
They make me hide, they make me sneak
You ain't foolin', ain't killing time
You cut me down right in my prime
This will leave a mark
This will leave a mark
This will leave a mark
This will leave a mark
This will leave a mark
This will leave a mark
This will leave a mark
This will leave a mark
