Texty: Eighteen Visions. Crushed.

You could ease my pain
You could bring the rain
Yet all these clouds have washed away
So why does my life still seem gray?

You can't save me
You can't save me from yourself

And I should put you in the grave
And I should put you in the grave

These dead flowers aren't in bloom
But still I picked them just for you
You don't mean anything to me yes I say

You can't save me
You can't save me from yourself
You can't save me
You can't save me from yourself

Why did you give up on me when I was young?
Why did you give up on me from the moment I was born?

And I should put you in the grave

You can't save me
You can't save me from yourself

And I'm bleeding from you leaving
You don't mean anything to me, yes I say
And I'm bleeding from you leaving
You don't mean anything to me, yes I say