Corner Of Market

i should have never trusted you i should have trusted my own vision this time we aren't going to make some fucked up decision i like to follow the lines but you make these the hard times and for a minute, i thought there... oh well, just fuck it now with scrapped knees i lay on the ground it makes sense to you blood and tears don't mix to well it makes sense to you don't worry about me i'll learn by my istakes learn this, live this, fuck off and get off my fucking case i'd like to give you advice because i know it's not for me and for the second i'm not dead "words", what do they mean anymore? with scrapped knees i lay on the ground it makes sense to you blood and tears don't mix to well it makes sense to you you killed it down that road there's so many paths to take i want to direct you not to go the wrong way but you killed it