I'm looking to the past
I see there's nothing left
Nothing left of what, what we used to have
Holding life by the throat
I'm gripping on it's neck
And I'm saying f*ck you
'til the very end
You don't know what I've been through,
But you still treat me the same way
Speak until you're spoken to,
Then you'll see the truth
But there's nothing I wouldn't do
I'm looking to the past
I see there's nothing left
Nothing left of what, what we used to have
Holding life by the throat
I'm gripping on it's neck
And I'm saying f*ck you
'til the very end