Текст: Bullet For My Valentine. Bittersweet Memories.

You turn me off at the push of a button
And you pretend that I don't mean nothing
I'm not a saint that's easy to tell
But guess what, honey, you ain't no angel

You like to scream me as words as a weapon
Well, go head take your best shot, woman
I wanna leave you, it's easy to see
But guess what, honey, it's not that easy

We get so complicated
This thing is for our memories

So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire, walk away
There's nothing left to say so

Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories, memories

I, I wanna run and escape from your prison
But when I leave I feel something is missing
I'm not afraid that's easy to tell
This can't be heaven, it feels like I'm in hell

You're like a drug that I can't stop taking
I want more and I can't stop craving
I still want you, it's easy to see
But guess what, honey, you're not that good for me

We get so complicated
This thing is for our memories

So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire, walk away
There's nothing left to say so

Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
Just bittersweet memories

We get so complicated
This thing is for our memories
We get so complicated

So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire, walk away
There's nothing left to say so

Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left from me
Just bittersweet memories

There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to say