Well Done - 88 Fingers Louie

Trust what a fucked up word

It’s more often misunderstood

The last time we talked was all my fault but I’m not the one to blame

You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right

I’m not what you had in mind

Do you remember when things seemed more at ease

Didn’t put forth the effort to please ourselves

Now I won’t look back and things will never be the same

You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right

I’m not what you had in mind

What’s on your mind I need to take a look inside

I gave you a million chances

Don’t fool me with those second glances

I need to take a look inside

Beaten beyond a reasonable doubt, do you know what I’m talking about

I’ve seen it all a million times it’s time to take back what was mine

You had a million chances to prove me wrong when I was right

I’m not what you had in mind

I’ve spent many hours screaming, while my feelings were concealed

Now I wanna take a moment and tell you how I really fell

Don’t blame my unforgiveness you can’t have what is gone

Quit searching for an answer, what we had is done

Could I ever take it back, and start again

Today’s the day I walk away, and realize this is the end

Trust, some fucked up word you often misunderstood

Last time we talked I took a walk and learned to forget your name