You pushed me away,
Bitterly.
You cursed my name,
Bitterly.
My apologies fall on your deaf ears.
And now your eyes,
they look at me,
Bitterly.
(guitar solo)
I stand ashamed,
admist my foolish pride.
Cause for us they'll be nomore.
For us they'll be (no more)
And now my eyes, they look at yu,
Bitterly.
Bitterly.
Bitterly.
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