My fathers on my shoulders, reminding me of who I am, but Iâm torn between who I hate more. Is it me or him? Who I hate more, is it me or him. Iâm starting to comprehend just what this means to you. Live and bleed we love or die. Too late, now my heart wonât try forgiving you. And now Iâm stitching myself up at the seams from where you tore yourself me. With my feet placed firmly on the ground, I know its you who bled me out. And I canât believe this is how its meant to be. I cant believe. Believe, I canât believe it all. I canât believe it all. Believe I canât. Believe it all. Believe, I canât believe it all. Believe I canât. Believe it all. Believe. I canât believe at all.
Iâm starting to comprehend what just what this means to you. Live and bleed we love or die. Too late, now my heart wonât try forgiving you.