Noice. Smort.
I can help you or make it worse
She sat on her death bed
Even when you're dead, you'll find a way through
I can help you or make it worse
I don't think I can pretend that nothing ever really happened
I don't think I can
Make it worse
Make it worse
Make it worse
I have my enemy, It takes it out of me
You don't remember us? I have no remorse
You don't have the right to judge
Jump down off that horse
Are you happy now? Honestly?
Are you happy now? Honestly?
Are you happy now? Honestly?
Are you happy now? Honestly?