street fight.

I ceased her at street fight
I made her a grave
I'm laying her sheets out
To cover up stains you left
And I been feeling it deep down
I'm voiding the pain
I'm thinking where do you sleep now
Is it for better or worse
'Cause I
Can't tell
Why do you weep?
For my existence, what a treacherous scene
Oh well
I'm staring right trough your window
Disguised as I hate
Silence filling your street now
I'm slowly making my way, to hell
I promise this is the last time
When you'll see my face
For every second your lifetime
Oh you met your fate
Now I
Can't tell
Why do you weep?
For my existence, what a treacherous scene
Can't help
But put you to sleep
For my existence, what a treacherous scene
Oh well
Can't tell
Why do you weep?
For my existence, what a treacherous scene
Can't tell
Why do you weep?
For my existence, what a treacherous scene
Oh well, yeah