Fearing your sight
Fearing your mind
From all that happened over time
You never once said how you feel
(Waste made by your tongue)
Now you're no where near
(And I'm feeling so much worse)
No sympathy, no discourse
Only lashing out
In spite of everything
Falling straight down
And your mind blanks
Falling straight down
Falling straight down
And your mind blanks
(Waste made from your tongue)
Swearing on your own grave
(What's it really worth)
Is there anything to save?
(You did this to yourself)
I have nothing to say
Why'd you have to do this?
The waste made
The waste made by your tongue
The waste made
I never saw it coming