Woorden: John Schrader. Wish.

I tried my best .. It bled me dry
You fell from grace .. I fell and cried

You like to think that you wear it well
You know how you feel but you'll never tell

You cry in sunshine .. I laughed in rain
You tried to make me feel all your pain

Do you think about me when you swallow him up
Do you wash it down from my old cup

Lift:
You left me somewhere between love and hate
I watched a rat go through your garden gate

Chorus:
Still I won't wish this on you
I'll never wish this on you
Still I won't wish this on you
I'll never wish this on you

A wounded soul but your the last to see
No love in your bed .. Just blasphemy

Any man would die to see you crying in pain, except for me

I don't wish ill .. I don't wish you a thing
It's not for me to make you feel the sting

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