I mentioned once or twice or more
Eyes of innocence, eyes begging to be proud again, but turn away in disgust
I guess I’ve planned for the worst of things
But I still haven’t woke up from this fucking dream
And I dug my nails into her back, my guts wrenched tight in pain
My arm becomes the weight of death, and crushes while I drift
She was supposed to wait for me, but I fucked up her gift
I guess I’ve planned for the worst of things
But I still haven’t woke up from this fucking dream
I guess I’ve planned for the worst of things without the balls to jump
All this guilt rains down on me
I know I’ll soon be crushed
I’m so proud, proud of myself
Just wanted to see if you were listening
