Never coming back is this what I deserve
Found in the flood
Drowning in mud
Washing away all the things in my life
Manipulating, and separating
Is this what you will do from the things that you choose
From the things that you lose,
Nothing ever happens to you
If I had said to your face, your fucking face,
Your cowardly face bow down
All this time, you've made nothing of yourself
For what it's worth having said this before,
Your loosing from choosing with no remorse
The things you say along
The way will help resent your destiny
Is this what you will do from the things you choose,
From the things that you lose,
Nothing ever happens to you
You said this to my face, my fucking face
You choose to ignore the things I say
What I say if I had said to your face
Your disgrace