Yea I'm buring faces, and covering the tracks
Your eyes are so nice, I want their focus
And it won't be long 'til, 'til you
think twice of me.
We owe you nothing
Yeah the memory of a chance for you to be...
Keeps me glued, handcuffed to you
No
apologizes this time, cause these 'lil guys numb my senses
I have some wishes left
And they're mine to keep
We give b***h to the
facts, I accept I accept
And it may not make sense, but I felt your dead eyes
These tears are on tap
Goobye I'll send the letter
tonight and it's addressed to you.
"Ever want to punch that which you love?
Ever wonder why you've been putting up with that
which you hate?
Well you might know where I'm coming from then."
