Before your actions spoke for themselves
You walked on in and walked on all my opened wounds.
You walked alone with all your reasons and self-remorse
with utter disregard for what you've done.
Lately I could see the shadow of a doubt inside your eyes.

You make this wrong and so we fall apart again.
But I won't pay for your mistakes.
It's better than you treated me.

Sunday was my way of saying goodbye.

Before you came and ruined this for us...
You have to say you had a part in this.
Lately we ignored the shodow of a doubt inside your eyes.

Here's your fucking angry song. You earned it.
Cause this is what you worked for all along.
And you can't say it hurts cause you've forgotten everything you've worked for.
But you know very well that you diserve every hurting word.

I hate you and I hate to know that you've affected us at all,
because it shows we're human too.
I hate you, and I hate to know you won't learn from your mistakes and that we payed with our morality instead.

Sunday was my way of saying goodbye.

But you persuaded me to stay so you could break my heart on tuesday.