Lletres: Five Finger Death Punch. The Way of the Fist. The Bleeding.

I remember when all the games began
Remember every little lie and every last goodbye
The promises you broke, words you choked on
And I never walked away, it?s still a mystery to me

Well, I'm so empty, I'm better off without you
And you're better off without me
Well, you're so unclean, I'm better off without you
And you're better off without me

The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred, deceiving, the bleeding
It's over

Paint the mirrors black to forget you
I still picture your face and the way you used to taste
Roses in a glass, dead and wilted
To you this all was nothing, everything to you is nothing

Well, you're so filthy, I'm better off without you
And you're better off without me
Well, I'm so ugly, you're better off without me
I'm better off without

The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred, the beatings, disaster
It?s over

As wicked as you are
You're beautiful to me
You're the darkest burning star
You?re my perfect disease

The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred, the beatings, it?s over
Disaster

The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred, the beatings, it?s over
Disaster

It's over now