Lyric Secret Hell

Hey I know there s more to this
But I bought you a newspaper every sunday
At the end just a huge pile of yellowed sunday telegraphs on the windowpane

We sang three blind mice together:
"three blind mice, three blind mice
Who went in across the farmer s house"

You know well, just never tell
If someone s got a secret hell

Now you, you should be breakin me
Sometimes I lose my head, I don t know nothing
You, you should be breaking me
Instead you let me hide behind your back

What goes around, will come back down
Can someone get it out of town

I m in this state, kinda late
But tell me, don t it look just great?
You, you should be haunting me
Some drift get twisted before I even touch em
You should be scaring me
But don t I only scare myself?
So don t I only scare myself, so don t I only scare myself?
So don t I only scare myself, so don t I only scare myself?
So don t I only scare myself?