His words cut like a blade
Right through my heart in a glaze
And while I was in a daze
He plunged his hands and ripped my heart in the make.
Feel like I'm walking in tempered glass
If I make just one wrong move
I'll be the one dropout of the class
Just because of the wrong you.
Your memory tints my mind
We begin to unbind to their kind
And believe you so we unwind
And say fuck you to time.