I came back home with awful news that I get fired
All the violins crying out wanting me far from my door
The rain had stopped
I came in and my face has turned from sad to hatred and tore apart
He was everything for me while I get fired
And I only could think of him
He used that time to don´t think
*Murder on trust
Hasn´t be able to stop me
It was just too much
I freak out and jump on her*
Two hours later he sit beside me
And say words he should said before
“I´m sorry but I don´t wanted you
To found it out like that
I´ve always tried to tell it to you”
Next time boy try to open your mouth up
That way will it be easier to hear you
*Chorus
Now I´m calm down
Send him to hell and go
I just go, go away…
*Chorus
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