These things I do,
these things I did.
Will forever haunt me,
like something unaware.
Next time, I wont be stupid.
And Next time, maybe you'll forgive my helpless soul
and realize that I do care.
And Maybe, you'll see me,
not just on the outside,
but the inside, and take me for who I am.
Next time, maybe you wont judge me at first site.
But no matter what I do,
there wont be a next time.
Because I fucked up all hopes,
I fucked up all dreams,
I fucked up our chances of being together.
Satan save my soul,
release it to the ghouls.
Give them gratitude on which I couldn't.
Give me a next time,
in exchange for a trade.
A trade that helps me,
helps me over come these morbid thoughts.
Cause next time,
maybe you'll take me in,
and let me be what you want me to be. |
