Im taking all your letters and warming up wit em
Had a bad soup of memories and the photos you envy
now im writing to forget all that hatred you gave me
and it doesn't stop there this only the beginning
got a sleeve full of tricks and a sack full of hash
worried about your future cause you're writhing the past
you had the world in your jeans and a man on your side
now you got holes for pockets and alone with your pride
