Yea I'm buring faces, and covering the tracks

Your eyes are so nice, I want their focus

And it won't be long 'til, 'til you think twice of me

We owe you nothing

Yeah the memory of a chance for you to be...

Keeps me glued, handcuffed to you

No apologizes this time, cause these 'lil guys numb my senses

I have some wishes left

And they're mine to keep

We give bitch to the facts, I accept I accept

And it may not make sense, but I felt your dead eyes

These tears are on tap

Goobye I'll send the letter tonight and it's addressed to you

"Ever want to punch that which you love?

Ever wonder why you've been putting up with that which you hate?

Well you might know where I'm coming from then."