Текст: Kill Your Idols. Funeral For A Feeling. A Better Place.

I kind of hope she's in a better place
I used to make her smile
now I can't see her face
Another gamble, time to lose
and once again left felling used
Was there a better man (I'll live)
but still don't understand
(I lost the race)
There is no better man (for you)
But slap away my hand
should of known I'd lose again
took a gamble instead of a sure thing
Beaten, I'm not black but I'm blue
should of drank it straight
but I hate the taste
I hope she's in a better place
I wouldn't know
I can't remember her face
Now it's time to realize
I've been duped again
treated like a joke
at the back of the longest line
and now it all came true
the worst of all my fears
I hope you're in a better place