Your secrets
Your regrets
You must have
Your reasons
Burdens we carry
Secrets we keep
I can't tell you
I can't sleep
Make a wish
One last wish
Time runs out
I wish you the worst
I wish we had worked
I wish you the worst
I wish that you hurt
Should've stayed home
Should've stayed sick
I hope these words cut deep
You make me so f*ckin sick
I wish you the worst
I wish that you hurt
Well I guess sleeping alone
In the back of this hearse
Is not the worst