Tekster: Cults. The Curse.

I left first
because I knew that this was cursed
Knew I never want to see you again

Left you hopeless, high, and dry, and
I moved on
because I thought that I was strong
I was thinking about myself
And since that day,
I just don't have too much to say
but the Lord has made me pay

All I think about is you and when I do I
cry, every night
cry, every night
cry, every night
cry, every night
It makes me wonder what I do

I left first
but then went back to make it work
but he gave his heart to someone new
and now I'm left to cry, and cry, and...