We're back again, you know we're not fucking around Got a bottle of jack in our hands, you tryna' keep up kid? Let's see who hits the ground We've drank
Fuck This! Cross my heart, I hope you die Left by the wrong side Karmas a bitch, Right? Cross my heart, I hope you die Left by the wrong side Karamas
Oh my god, If only he knew Blood and ink stain the walls silently with bloodied knuckles I carry on hoping it?s not too wrong (Honey it?s just the start
I see myself there waiting by the roadside Laid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire I stand in No name, no history Just a target on my temple
It's been so long That I haven't seen your face I'm trying to be strong But the strength I have is washing away It won't be long Before I get you by
Take the broken heart and stitch it up with some tears Blush it up, dress it up and put it on ice, it keeps us cold Frozen your lips turn lullabies numb
So wait here for the return of me Son you are forsaken Cut down by the sins of your life I offer you forgiveness (x2) Bow down beside me (x2) I'll never
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You said you cried a thousand times But I don't believe a word of it You loved it when my heart stopped So you start to listen Just sit and listen Don
When everything is fucking dead Except for you cunts Selling your fucking shirts You?ll never reach fame Like some of these other bands Fuck you They
One chance, One shot One bullet in the back of my head And it came from the bottom of your heart You couldn't find the words to tell me So you went and
to my fucking throat No she's Daddy's little girl She wasn't meant to be another me But it's the scissors to my fucking throat (Thanks to Asking Alexandria
Gather round my friends I need a match and only one match I think it's time I make my own way I'm turning my back on this city and I'm not looking back
You'll never really find those perfect words. Something more than just "Goodbye." It's hard to remember the good times when there's just so much heartache
We're back again Let's make a toast, Come raise your glasses high To every one of you who doubted us We're back again Let's make a toast, Come raise
I'm out the door, I'm on my ass again like every night before I'm off the wall, out of my fucking mind, I'm out of control I'll be the end of her, I'm
