Lletres: Shades Apart. Save It. September Burns.

Behind my back you sold me out
The master plan must matter more
You scratch my back I claw yours
It's no surprise, September burns
(Spent the months like days )

I believed the things you said
Should've stayed away instead
You lost everything you had
It's no surprise

All the effort gone to waste
Now I see your honest face
Here's a taste of what we lost
What's left to say? Nothing more to say