Long, two years and still you're not gone.

Guess I'm still, you know.

Drag money through the dirt, somehow it doesn't hurt, though.

Can you still know?

You told you failed you want me dead and said that I did everything wrong, and you're not wrong.

When I take all the victory or but not the thought of you moving on.

Cause I've already to find out you know how to forget me.

I'd rather hear how much you regret me, than greater God that you never met me, than forget me.

Oh, I hate to know I need you clever, love to know I close your mind, baby.