Lirieke:
Hurt Process The Drive By Monologue

Tortured me, now you go, now you go. Leaving slowly, like the snow, like the snow with lies you told, Lies you told melted us, lies you told words that

So this is it. This is our last goodbye, I had visions of us torn apart while we sat to cry. But it's ripped from view, Just as we have been. Dismembered

Suppose I were to realize, that two and two they don't equal five, Stop hiding now, show me your cards. Place your hands on the table, Show me what I

. with a patch on his eye, And a sword by his side, A bag full of gold, And one wooden leg, A patch on his eye, A sword by his side, A bag full of gold

Caress my face and never let this feeling end This is what I predicted from the start You have given me faith in them again As I look to the sky it bled