The cruelest of people hide the saddest of faces
The saddest of faces come from the cruelest of places
But sometimes the cruel wont just stay dead
Atleast thats what was told, what someone once said
As the cards that we kept unbent finally fold
The people that we loved turn more and more cold
Life aint fair, thats what i've learned by far
The air isn't fresh and the knife leaves scars
Yet I can't help it, it always stings so much
I can remember it all, remember his touch
I wont take it anymore I will fight my way out
I can do it for him, there is no doubt
go home <- ->