Good Luck… - Twitching Tongues

This is a rather elaborate apology

Though I don’t prefer to see you smile

An apology you don’t deserve

I can only hope to strike a nerve

Don’t you cry no more

And don’t you ever worry about me again

Don’t cry

I can honestly say you’re either better of this way

Airing your grievance, begging and searching for pity

Taking it from anything, anyone, to fuel your animosity

Friendship to you s everything but true

I only wish that people who love you

Know your second face the way I do

The moral of this story, artificial glory

A full f***ing recluse, emotional abuse

You took full advantage and burned every bridge that we built

A simple «f*** you» doesn’t cut it

But now you’re gonna cry and they’ll believe it

«He's such a good guy», I don’t buy it

Don’t you cry no more

I can honestly say you’re better off this way

Don’t cry

If you were able to die it would be my good luck

Good luck