Two years to the day that we parted ways
There is no luck in my instructions
There's no luck in
What doesn't kill you, makes you fonder
Don't apply to sons and daughters lies
And I cry
What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger
But so am I
'Attack,' in the back of my head
There's no taking back everything that you said
'Attack,' in the back of my head
You should have left me for dead