AT THE END OF THE DAY ITS YOUR FAULT
HATCHETSAW
Pretty memories
Gliding right by me
But I sit and think
At the end of day it's all your fault
Better times
Gliding right past me
Yet I sit and think
At the end of day it's all your fault
Hours passing by
Drifiting further apart
All those good times
Are nothing but distant now
Wish I could turn back time and go back
But theirs nothing I can do now, now that you're gone
Why?
Oh why?
Pretty memories
Gliding right by me
But I sit and think
At the end of day it's all your fault
Better times
Gliding right past me
Yet I sit and think
At the end of day it's all your fault
All those good times
Are nothing but distant now
Wish I could turn back time and go back
But theirs nothing I can do now, now that you're gone
Why?
Oh why?