88 Fingers Louie - Well Done

trust what a fucked up word it's more often misunderstood the last time we talked was all my fault but i'm not the one to blame you had a million chances to prove me wrong when i was right i'm not what you had in mind do you remember when things seemed more at ease didn't put forth the effort to please ourselves now i won't look back and things will never be the same. you had a million chances to prove me wrong when i was right i'm not what you had in mind what's on your mind i need to take a look inside i gave you a million chances don't fool me with those second glances i need to take al ook inside beaten beyond a reasonable doubt, do you know what i'm talking about i've seen it all a million times it's time to take back what was mine you had a million chances to prove me wrong when i was right i'm not what you had in mind i've spent many hours screaming, while my feelings were concealed now i wanna take a moment and tell you how i really fell don't blame my unforgiveness you can't have what is gone quit searching for an answer, what we had is done could i ever take it back, and start again. today's the day i walk away, and realize this is the end trust, some fucked up word you often misunderstood last time we talked i took a walk and learned to forget your name