Picture yourself inside a room now...
Imagine the freedom that you'll lose.

Picture yourself inside a room now...
And all of your guilt comes down on you.
Well, baby, it all comes back to haunt you
In the end.
And, baby, it hurts the most
When you don't have a friend.
And you know you broke our trust,
And now you're stuck
On the wrong side of the fence.
Baby, it all comes back to haunt you...
It all comes back to haunt you...
It all comes back to haunt you...
In the end.