Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Suzi Yaghmoor
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Suzi
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dean Tellefson
Producer
Lyrics
you had a chance to speak
when i was listening
i would have heard you out
but you stood there just like a coward
you had a chance to be
better than that to me
you didn't take it so i’m calling you out
i don't want all your money on my birthday
i dont want another message tryna explain
i never asked to play a part in your game
promise if you call again
it's only to make it end
stop making your guilt, my guilt, my guilt
stop making your guilt, my guilt, my guilt
stop making your guilt, my guilt, my guilt
i don’t owe you a fucking thing
i had to move around
new face, a brand new town
i finally found a house where no one wants to burn it down
it’s always on your terms
twist knives and twist your words
i couldn’t take it so i’m calling you out
i don't want your recognition on a hard day
i don't want to pick the pieces of an old pain
i hope to god she’s out there doing okay
promise if you call again
it’s only to make it end.
stop making your guilt, my guilt, my guilt
stop making your guilt, my guilt, my guilt
stop making your guilt, my guilt, my guilt
i don’t owe you a fucking thing
stop making your guilt, my guilt, my guilt
stop making your guilt, my guilt, my guilt
stop making your guilt, my guilt, my guilt
i don’t owe you a fucking thing
you lost the right when you left me on oswin street
i spent too many fucking hours with police
who gave me nothing but a frown no empathy
i had to learn to live with scars you left on me
i had to learn to live with scars you left on me
i had to learn to live with scars now watch them bleed
i had to learn to live with scars
i had to learn to live with scars
i had to learn to live with scars
Written by: Suzi Yaghmoor
