hundred roses on my grave, guess I'll say goodbye
throwin' up, my brain is rotting, but I'm buried alive
i won't beg you stay, i won't ask you twice
looks like I'll be endin' my life tonight
this is all your fault, all you do is make me sick
hope you're trapped in the middle, but if heaven forgives
every single dying action of your sins
say you're sorry all you want but I won't forget