Say goodbye to Everything
Everything you Knew
You are falling from Grace
Y' drank the witch's Brew
Sorry darlin', ain't gonna Help
I'd catch ya when you Fall
But the knife in my Back
Makes for a brilliant warning Call
I'm no fair-weather Friend
And I love you Still
But I won't take the Brunt
I won't pay your Bill
Now see, my choices are Mine
An' your choices are Yours
Consequences Happen
See, they're not just Toys
See honey, everything's Changed
You're not the Master
You STEPPED from Grace
Please don't run Faster...
