Don’t let this be it

I’m coming to bits, well I’ve lost my grip

Can we just pretend

That whatever they said, well it’s common sense

And eases the fall

I just hope there’s some good that you can recall

So follow me down

If there’s even a chance you might hang around

We’ve all had our bad days

You sunk in for my sake

A phone call to tell you

I’m leaving now so why not wish me well?

It’s a heartache

One too many mistakes

So trust what they told you

I’m leaving now so can you wish me well

So rough to last a lifetime, I can tell

Perhaps you’ll see my face again in hell

A shame we couldn’t fix it in the end

Perhaps you’ll see my face again in hell

My face again in hell

It’s common sense

My face again in hell

Just what they said

My face again in hell

In hell (Perhaps you’ll see my face again in hell)