Lifehouse

If shame had a face, I think it would kind of look like me.
If it had a home, would it be in my eyes?
Would you believe me if I said I am tired of this
Well here we go, now one more time,
I tried to climb your steps,
I tried to chase you down,
I tried to see how low I could get to down to the ground,
I tried to earn my way,
I tried to change this mind,
You better believe that I tried to beat this.
When will this end, it goes on and on