• i watch you fall from high above
    i watch you die with out love
    i watch you crumble at my feet
    i watch you sit there a weep

    weep of the joy you never had
    weep of the boy who turned out bad
    and all while you sit there crying
    all you do is lie

    so ill make you think for a bit
    of how much you really hit
    Hit my soul and all it had
    now i may tell you that i am that lad