I can't stomach the words you said:
The blame you cast down upon my friend.
If I had the chance to meet you...
If I had the chance to meet you...
Christ.
Nothing feels the same:
Like it use to be.
Blame has now become,
My new best friend.
All the things that I would like to say,
Haven't gone.
You showed no remorse
Toward his family:
Couldn't shut your mouth and let them grieve.
Had to show your kids off like a trophy.
Had to show your kids off like a trophy.
Nothing feels the same:
Like it use to be.
Blame has now become,
My new best friend.
All the things that I would like to say,
Haven't gone to waste.
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know,
The difference.
Poor me!
Poor me!
Poor me!
Poor me...
Nothing feels the same:
Like it use to be.
Blame has now become,
My new best friend.
All the things that I would like to say,
Haven't gone to waste.
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