| Pardon me for saying so but you look more pitiful
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| than I had ever imagined
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| Despite perfect fashion
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| And your photographs depict you so differently
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| I always thought you would be Some sort of match for me So lets decide who can survive
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| Stomping feet and racing beats of hearts that don’t ever slow
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| Then I’ll write letters on white paper expressing my deep disappointment
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| Dripping where I stand
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| From my watery hands
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| hoping to get passed the open bedroom door
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| Where her clothes on the floor
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| Reminds me of our conversations
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| The feeling of slight hesitation to turn off the lights
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| Fourteen days now since we started to complicate the situation
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| I’m not hiding, I’m just buying
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| Some time for us to find the back door
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| We will come out when it’s safe for us when it’s safe for us, when it’s safe for us There’s nothing left to say
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| To excuse the way that I’ve behaved
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| I still feel him gripping like a stain
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| to this fabric torn in every seam
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| And thrown away…
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| I will not regret! |
| I will not forget! |
| I will not regret! |
| I will not forget!
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| Why should I take all the blame for my mistakes?
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| You were there with every promise made to break
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| When did you become the one without regret?
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| Kill me burn me down I swear I won’t forget |