Слова:
Ben Moody All For This

your fucked up excuses Dying fighting a life of abusement Shame is your game, you say I'm to blame But you know, but you know This moment carries my

in this whole give-and-take Won?t you just deliver me once more for old times? sake? Chorus x2 My faith, my fears, all I believe My home, my heart is all

Holding up tight in a drunken haze Shutting out light to stop the day from taking hold You cling to me with bloody hands Playing my part, this martyrs

And still this truth has broken me I can't believe it's true No one to blame but you Faithless and feeling lonely No tears for this I'll only cry To

Why am I Thinking Of You Today You Should be Millions of Miles Away by Now It's Funny How It Hurts Me This Way Its Not The Words You Say But That You