You put your hand in the fire, now your burned
you've learned your lesson so don't complain
made mistakes but there's no one to blame
guess you regretted but there's no turning back
what a shame, a simple fact
close your ears now your heart is black
La la la heart is cold
he seem like he can't no more
give you my tired eyes, I can't simply cry
too fried to realize
It's something we should get use to
But it ain't easy to forget soon
Shane don't forget your nothing but a two cent hypocrite
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