Dead Wrong


We threw it all away again, and this time I've severed all my ties. We're cast-aways. The days are gone, and lost forever. Skull. And. Crossbones. Bad news is better when it's not about you, and this time it is.

I lost, and I'm giving up. What's wrong? I'm not good enough? To think I'm coming back again, you're dead wrong.

You're running your mouth. You're wearing me out. You're making the wrong decisions. You've got a lot of nerve to treat me like you do. You're running around with your heart on your sleeve. I'm digging you up because you're buried in me. You've got a lot of nerve to treat me like you do.