All bets are off You've made me a fool You are far colder than I ever gave you credit for All bets are off You've proven me wrong You are far colder than I ever gave you credit for And I guess that I'm impressed By your lack of self respect And how you stabbed me in the back Without any hesitation And I guess that I regret Every moment ever spent I would gladly take them back Without any hesitation If I put the gun in your hand I wouldn't have a chance to tell you to pull the trigger Before my brains would paint the walls And my headless form wouldn't hit the floor Before your tongue was down one throat or another Don't get me wrong This wasn't meant to be an attack on your character But you made the mistake in making me the villain AND IN THE END YOU'LL JUST COMPLAIN THAT ALL THIS BLOOD IS SO CLICHE! This all is so cliché Denying truth and hiding pain Saving face and losing faith This isn't me Every story has two sides But I'm only telling mine So I guess that makes you right You'll use this as bragging rights...