It doesn't seem that long since you changed your [bad word] song
My heart grew fond of you but now for everything you do
Used to take as gospel every word you say
I used to have respect for you but you disgraced your name

You took your chances, now its my [bad word] turn
You lost your self respect
And took the [bad word] out of everyone in your path
So this ones for you

Now that [bad word] not to care its [bad word] your going nowhere
And maybe your safe at home but empty forgotten and alone
And if I cut my wrists I'm sure the blood [bad word] out pure
And if I cut your wrists I'm sure the blood [bad word] out pure

The colours blue and gold 
S T the blood ran cold