Swear i meant well when i killed us
Spilling fresh blood on my sweatshirt
Saw our death well in my visions
Ripping out guts, but don't feel hurt
I must confess that i was careless
I have regret, acted in panic
I hurt myself, i caused this sadness
Will now effect my written lyrics
Swear i meant well when i killed us
Spilling fresh blood on my sweatshirt
Saw our death well in my visions
Ripping out guts, but don't feel hurt
These words you read might be revealed
But know my words will still mislead
And even me still can't succeed
To find the meaning for my pleas
These thoughts confused, my love misused
A hurtful truth will still break through