A son, a daughter, a wife left behind
Tales full of regret, full of words unsaid
With my heart on my sleeve, I'll tell you all that I know
Of how a man can destroy a home

A son, a daughter and a loving wife left behind
A tale full of regret, full of words unsaid
With my heart on my sleeve, I'll tell you all that I know
Of how a man can taint a beautiful, loving soul

For all the hate that you seethe
It's perfect irony
That you're the one that fucking made me

It's perfect irony
For all the hate that you seethe
That you're the one that fucking made me