Once a bond of love and trust, now that's all but faded away
we're nothing but a shell of what we used to be, cold and bitter from this decay
what good will ever come of this?
another clenched fist or another kiss?
it won't change, it never will
out with the old and in with the kill!
temeratures rise talking on the phone while we bitch and moan and nag
i'm sick of the abuse that comes with "working it out" just give me a fucking body bag!
nothing you say can change my mind, cause i'm not fine
you've hurt me for the last time you've had your fun now i'll have mine!