they say, time heals everything. But I'm still waiting.

I'm through, with doubt. There's nothing left for me, to figure out.

I've paid, a price. And I'll keep paying.

I'm not ready to make nice. I'm not ready to back down.

I'm still mad as hell and I don't have time to go round and round and round.

It's to late to make it right. I probably wouldn't it i could.

'Cause I'm mad as hell. Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should.

It turned, my whole world around. And i kinda like it.

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby. With no regrets and I don't mind saying.

It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.

And how in the world can the worlds that I said, send somebody so over the edge?

That they'd write me a letter. Sayin' that I better; shut up and sing or my life will be over.