Nothing can change the way I feel Nothing can what you've done You will never, be forgiven I hope you suffer as I have suffered I want you to suffer, as I have suffered This is a war of attrition and I won't stay Nothing could change what you've done You

(Never goes away) I've let myself become you Giving up a part of me You'll always be right here You've become a part of me You'll always be my fear I can't separate myself from what I've done Took what I hated and made it a part of me Give me my space

You cost more than he wanted to lose And with this ring I said I do I promise to never do what I've done Dear diamond, pretty and new Perfectly flawless, too good to be true Dear diamond, you shine like the sun You wrap around my finger just like he does

I’ve come undone I think I’ll kill everyone My, what have I done? Fuck it let’s kill everyone Don’t even try to take this weapon from me I like you more and more the lesser you breathe Imma take you all down Imma take you all out I'm sayin' fuck the

I don't wanna talk The winner takes it all The winner takes it all (Takes it all) About things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done, too Nothing more to say

I've seen what you can do I've seen you make miracles and hopeless dreams come true You made the heavens and the stars Everything; come on, how hard could it be To make her love me? You waved your hand and it was done Said, "Let it be" and there it was A

We're going to the last If only, if only And I will love you Tell me if we're wrong All I've seen is what you've done To the last, you and I You're to me than any any son Never in a fore and only son

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

My truth will be my own You say it doesn't matter, get used to fear I tell you, that's the problem What it's done to you, the way you live your life This is where you pick yourself up, brush off the ashes Clear the smoke and soot from your eyes Their

Maybe I like that I'm not alright I like to stare at the sun And think about what I've done I lie awake in my great escape I like crossing the line Its for losing my mind Are you okay 'Cause I feel fine Maybe its me