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

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

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

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

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

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