Framce (Botch)

Yea I'm buring faces, and covering the tracks Your eyes are so nice, I want their focus And it won't be long 'til, 'til you think twice of me. We owe you nothing Yeah the memory of a chance for you to be... Keeps me glued, handcuffed to you No apologizes this time, cause these 'lil guys numb my senses I have some wishes left And they're mine to keep We give bitch to the facts, I accept I accept And it may not make sense, but I felt your dead eyes These tears are on tap Goobye I'll send the letter tonight and it's addressed to you. "Ever want to punch that which you love? Ever wonder why you've been putting up with that which you hate? Well you might know where I'm coming from then."