So what if your teeth hold a grudge,nso what if your grinning means nothing, nI bit my own hand clearly right offnI can't keep my mouth busy, I can't back up my spit. nThe cursed, no one can change us.nThe spells, no one can take us. nI'm tired of your breaking downs,nkeep us away from your maybes and your killing downs.nThe heavies hearts can keep from breaking down,nchurning, grinding itself into slumber.nA plague on both your plans,nbut it's too bad that the prettiest smiles can taste so awful.