You think you're blood to me and I think you're f*****g wrong. What is there left to show for all the wasted years you've taken
from me when the memory of your smile makes my head turn the other way. And what is there left to say after all the feeling so empty.
Every smile was a waste, wasted on your love. You think you're blood to me and I think you're f*****g wrong. 'Cause you crossed to line
one last time so I'm going through you if I can't get over you. I'm getting over you the only way I know how. Over you. You crossed to
line from enemy to casualty the day you disrespected me.