Текст песни missis Garrison - Straight edge на две трети

What happens next
Unable to guess
I won't call all the same,
I will not answer
Burned inside with fire,
When I was jealous
My crosses, go away
I fucked you out of grief ... Fucked,
I fucked you.
In my broken heart, the idea is not dead;
There were three, one fucked up, now there are two left,
He did not regret what he did and there is nothing to regret.
My way is straight light, two-thirds straight
And I'm a stranger !!!