House of Brick - Bury Your Dead

I understand your position

Dou you understand my hate

You can’t feel my fist itching

And you’ll never feel her pain

I can’t place a value on

All that’s missing

But you’ll pay the price for

All our history

Keep your money but don’t take your time

Do you under stand my hate

She may choose wrong

We all do that sometimes

But trust me

You don’t want it to go that way

All your rules we were force-fed

And with all her heart and soul

I’ve read her notes and she wanted you dead

And all you wanted was control

Time after time you reared your head

Cause she knew no other role

With this last line I’ll say goodbye

But this time you’ll pay the toll

I’ll see her be who she wanted to be

For the last twelve years of her life

All our history