I'm sorry for what I did
I know it was wrong...

I don't know what's going on
I haven't talked to you in a while...

You say you don't want to talk me
You want me to go away...

I'm not afraid of dying,
Cause I'll know my heart, body, and soul will be...

She told me we couldn't afford beer anymore
And that I would have to quit...

You cut of my wings
With a butcher knife called love...