DmYou are Fone Cof CmGod'Ebs Bbmistakes.
You crying, tragic waste of skin.
I'm well aware of how it aches.
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
to try and save your swollen face.
Though I don't like you anymore
you lying, trying waste of space.
BbBefore our innAbocence was lost
you were always one of those
FblesseEd with EbluDcky 7s,
and the voice that made me cry.
DmYou weFre CmotheCmr EbnaturBbe's son.
Someone to whom I could relate.
You're needle and your damage done,
remains a sordid twist of fate,
now I'm trying to wake you up,
to pull you from the liquid sky.
Cause if I don't we'll both end up with just your song to say goodbye.
BbBefore our Abinnocence was lost
you were always one of those
FblesseEd witEbh Dlucky 7's,
and a voice that made me cry.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.
It's a song to say goodbye.