paroles de chanson september's burial - spoder

I know it goes without saying but I hate your guts
Spent a couple months, fucked around, came close to giving up
Don't show up, right now
I've grown older, I'm not that dumb now
I'll tell you it's fine and I'll leave you to be
You've got no right here to cry and I'm grinding my teeth for you
I've got a lot to say
But I'd rather not speak 'till your up at my grave
The stupid look on my face
You could take it back but I promise the damage won't be replaced
I'll, move far so I don't have a care
That's if I don't die before next year
For the better or the worse
I flipped my insides out and tried to make it work
Won't it be fun when they find out
Out through your door and through the gate your quiet speech is like a mouse
Tell me, who is laughing now?

There's so much for you to see
I bite down and clench my teeth
There's so much for you to see
I'll be there, give me a week