v1) return your thinking to your first decease, you’re standing on your knees, you want it twice you’ll pay the price.
congratulations due that heaven sent, you took your rights of p*ssage on the way to everything.
c) i hit the walls when said and done living lies was much more fun, you seem so free, but it’s never been this way for me.
v2) you lost your one last chance for sympathy the day that you met me, your matchstick cross could strike my chord.
i’m speaking volumes when my voice is mute, you said your piece too loud, too clear, too often in my ear.