thehood

I'll make you wish you hadn't burned our time before
And I'll live through this as a man acursed of my own accord
So come on, bitch, why aren't you laughing now?
Well cry on, bitch, why aren't you laughing now?
And my shame spills these bullets across the floor
Tonight, good night, I'm burning
And I don't want to think of you
So tonight, good night, good bye