you're not coming back around
it's the chill in my body that wont let me play
wrapped in my faith i lay you to rest
with all the reasons we coulda been good
with all the happiness i would have
enjoyed with others
because of you
because of you
had you been mine
my reasons to be happy surround you
i guess i can't let go of your beautiful face
i guess i can't let go of your gangsta flare
but i've let go of beatiful faces before
with all sorts of flares
and i will let go of yours too
sometimes a man hits rock bottom and is squeezed in tight and it takes supernatural power or drugs and alcohol to make it through... i dont want to know anymore about you, but still, but still, but still....