Breakin The Rules — The Band

I tried to reach you On Valentine's Day But how can I reach you When you're so far away

Don't make me a victim Don't make me the clown With my arms reaching out And my head hanging down

Chorus

We can't go on Touching the flame Breakin the rules Of the game

I bring you this cross I carved out of wood I'm just trying to tell you That I'd change if I could

Grew up on the west side Never even been to the east side Don't know what they do with their lives Over there - over there

We can't go on Hiding the pain Breakin the rules Of the game

We can't go on Living in shame Breakin the rules Of the game