So you’re bitter.

I hear it in the words that you whisper.

Told me to consider, got me in love with the liquor.

Now your words bring a shiver, plus outside we’re in winter.

 

Said if I stay with you that's a winner and anyone else would just hinder,

The progress we started to picture.

 

But I'm injured.

 

I can't love myself at the inner.

 

We differ.

 

Let’s not pull on any more triggers and cause this to simmer.