Vārdi: Battery. In The Dirt.

To lose a friend, it burns, it steals life, it steals memory
Help me, help me.
It consumed bu guilt, i never should have let it build inside of me,
Now it's a part of me, i'm bleeding and lying in the cold

Pls don't kick me when i'm down.

I guess apologies don't mean shit when you're chewing on it,
Because your foot, it never left your mouth.
Without a sound, we duchk away, without a sound.
Maybe some day, we'll have the courage to say i'm sry