Testo Sinner

You tore my life to pieces
and tried to use my weakness
Now your world looks a mess
You only have yourself to blame
I used to be your balance
I gave you more than on chance
You were too far and boundless
Was it my fault if you stared into space
Here is a taste of things to come
I don't care about what you'll become
I am sick to death of you
Whatever you say i know it won't be true

How can i trust in you again ?
When all you did was a game
Now you sink into disgrace
Do you already see your grave ?
I used to be, for you, a crutch
Adulated you too much
You were harmfull and soulless
How can you swoop down on disgrace never grace
Here is a taste of things to come
I don't care about what you'll become
I am sick to death of you
Whatever you say i know it won't be true

You want me back and expect to control my life as you used to
It makes me thrill but i will never never let you get through
You never smile, you're a poor guy, I let you fall, and know why
Now you are, running wild

Here is a taste of things to come
I don't care about what you'll become
I am sick to death of you
Whatever you say i know it won't be true