Besedila: Bury Your Dead. Mission: Impossible 2.

I never said that I was a fuckin' poet
I never tried to be something I knew I'd never be
There's no use in pretending, no use in pretending

I'll tell you one thing, so listen closely
I'll tell you one thing, so listen closely
When I tell you, this is straight
From the bottom of my broken heart

So please, save the excuses
For someone who wants to hear them
You're not here that's all that matters
You're just afraid that I will never feel this way again
You're not here, that's all that matters

The lies, the deceit, will I ever say enough is enough?
Or will I continue to let you walk all over me?
The lies, the deceit, will I ever say enough is enough?
Or will I continue to let you walk all over me?

I am done, pistol please, I can't take this anymore
Pistol please, I am done, pistol please