If anyone was headed for the gates of hell I know you'd be first. I used to picture your obituary and I wished you the worst. The danger of the playground. The radio'd said you drowned. and I'm sorry, almost. Almost sorry. No sympathy is given to the perpetrator charged with the crime. (Ahhh ahhh) I'm willing to admit that it feels good to be a victim sometimes. I won't ever get to thank you for the terrible things you said. I'm sorry, almost, that you're- dead to the world, where I hoped you would be. I never imagined you'd live on in me. You gave me destination, but I payed for the ride. The place you punched my ticket left a crater inside. Where I cried. (He cried) Where I cried. (You died) Where I cried from the bruises, learned to live with the scars. Now you live in the mirror. When I look, there you are. You're the shadow on the faces of the people I meet Have you claimed eternal shotgun in my passenger seat? Well, I'm sorry. (Almost) Almost sorry. (Ahhh ahhh) Sometimes the best design is done by damage. The accident can cease. A rainbow still looks pretty when it bleeds.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
