Tired of pulling knifes out of my back They say you reap what you sow But where along the road did I do wrong I guess I really just don't know A boy, made man by lines - trenches that deepen day by day In the dreamland between sleep and reality On the verge of tears I hate I have seen the truth In the eyes of and angel of light From the bottom of my aching heart I'm sick of cleaning up after all your quarrels They say you learn from your mistakes So now I have to find where I go wrong, where I go wrong I guess that's really all it takes In the dreamland between sleep and reality On the verge of tears I hate I have seen the truth In the eyes of and angel of light From the bottom of my aching heart