A Week In July
Without the Bitter
what are we fighting for? wish i didn't know your name. don't try to come back; it will never be the same. so now you think you know everything. i'm happy you're gone. now we know you're lame.i would rather spit than see your face. soon the world will know that you're a waste. we don't care now so i ask you please, (will you) stop? stop trying to be someone you're not!long may you roam, boy without a home. it's not your fault, no one raised you to be loyal. it's much better without you around. i don't want to even hear a sound from you, again, forever. i hope our ties remain severed.long may you roam, boy without a home. long may you ride on all your little lies.
From Letras Mania