Even though you know it's old Even when you're on the run Seeing that he's on the run Got an attitude Thinking that he's always right Blowin' smoke rings Making me wanna fight I never look back At all the things I've ever done

Looking back I still have so many questions So many things unanswered Like what did I do? What could I do? Was there ever a moment you cared? Or was I always ugly and abandoned Remember all the times you wished me harm You wished me dead How could I have