You hold my hand so tight, let us give it one more try
If its not perfect, its not worth it, this angle incidence, my apologies
don’t call the ambulance, you are so unlucky
A lover since birth, a massacre blood thirsty
Sometimes I feel so cursed, why do I try?
I am on my way and headed right for you, I’m not taking any short cuts or
Your way to pull me through, cause I’m on my way and headed straight for you
Too many mistakes were made, good bye
The slaughter house has left me with nothing
I look away, so I will turn my back and hope to God you don’t stab me in it
Sometimes I feel so hurt, why do we lie?
We should have listen to ourselves more often than not
We should have done a lot of things
I’ll turn my back and hope to God you don’t stab me in it