Well Done

Well Done

88 Fingers Louie
(album: Back On The Streets)

Trust what a fucked up word
It´s more often misunderstood
The last time we talked was all my fault but I´m not the one to blame
You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right
I´m not what you had in mind
Do you remember when things seemed more at ease
Didn´t put forth the effort to please ourselves
Now I won´t look back and things will never be the same.
You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right
I´m not what you had in mind
What´s on your mind I need to take a look inside
I gave you a million chances
Don´t fool me with those second glances
I need to take a look inside
Beaten beyond a reasonable doubt, do you know what I´m talking about
I´ve seen it all a million times it´s time to take back what was mine
You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right
I´m not what you had in mind
I´ve spent many hours screaming, while my feelings were concealed
Now I wanna take a moment and tell you how I really fell
Don´t blame my unforgiveness you can´t have what is gone
Quit searching for an answer, what we had is done
Could I ever take it back, and start again.
Today´s the day I walk away, and realize this is the end
Trust, some fucked up word you often misunderstood
Last time we talked I took a walk and learned to forget your name