It’s a little late darling
To play this game
It’s a little late [bad word] sit this pain.

But she knows if she goes
She can [bad word] back again
And I know if she stays
I can never sing my pain to her.

Well I guess she might be the one
but as always I’m on [bad word] On [bad word] from myself
And anything good [bad word] my way.

Like a lonesome bird in a broken cage
Like a broken heart in its final stage
I BREAK…