V1:
At this stage I start to worry
cause you've grown on me big time
And what bothers is the fine line
between good and getting used to u

V2:
Theres a gap between
"insecurity"
that Can lead to drinkin, lies
and mindless mess.
but when I sober up
I hope we'll still be friends.

Bridge: (voice rises key by word)
Its a fine line,
gettin used to you,
Im left to pick the pieces
that you've strown across my life time
now im standin here alone

While the voices keep on tellin me
that what you do's no secret
Im too thick to see the light that shines
upon my very shores

Only time will tell
the mistakes I made
although I realise,
and when you say
that shes no good for me
I never let it show

Bridge: (voice rises key by word)
Its a fine line,
gettin used to you,
Im left to pick the pieces
that you've strown across my life time
now im standin here alone

And with Blood upon these hands,
and a dollar in my pocket,
I can buy a little happyness,
and never let it go.

"Your there" - The voices keep on tellin me
"Your a mini me" - Only time will tell
"Your gonna play it up" - And then you say to never let go
"Its a fine line" -
Theres a gap between insecrurity,
its a fine line getting used to you,
between good and gettin used to you
cause you've grown on me big time
You've grown on me big time - dont wanna be your victim
Im to thick to see the lies that lie upon my very shores
The violence is the fine line between good to feel securety
and when I soberup I hope that we, I hope we'll stil be friends.