Has what he dont in this life been enough He carries caskets of his best friends And hopes hes above These gashes on my knees Are not your fault so by all means Throw me where you please Come push to shove we will still breath And now its obviouse to us We must put up or shut up Chorus And If I was a bullet In A gun aimed towords your head Id lodge myself in your brain To see all your thoughts unsaid Atleast for the few minutes your alive in your death bed Ill see what never Passed Your Lips Chrous You can let go So Ill never know