Please stop screaming
I heard you sing something about a ghost
When i return to solitude addressing the apologies
These hands tied by a jacket produced by my own fears (you'll never know what its like)
It's going to be okay, alright
How could you excuse the abuse?
It's okay, it's alright
You've learned to live and then let it forget
It's alright, it's okay
His parents found him dead in a parking lot
You'd hit when you knew
My dad wasn't coming home
How could you excuse the abuse?