Not taking any quarry But ill be damned if you try Never trusting, always spilling your guts, too everyone and everything Trust is not made of what you are, by far You look so sad, doesn't it make you mad You burn through everything Leave no stones unturned Make due, the blues Now confirm, about the worm you are I've opened wounds for you Just for you to make it worse Your my blessing and my curse Who saw who first I can't think, nor blink Perhaps you are my relapse It's like noteriety, definitely not sobriety I won't ever give in to your sin But sometimes someone has to win I wasn't afraid to cry, I was ready to die From this knoose, I had to cut you loose....