Lets cut to the chase 'cause i'm ready to gonI'd like to take this microphonenand wrap the wire 'round your throatnUntil you're blue in the face,nYour skin matching your eyes.nSweetheart that's just a taste of hownI've grown to despise..nnYOUni wish i could take back every second spent with youni wish i could take back every kiss i gave to youni wish i could take back every breath wasted on youni wish i could take back the times i said i loved younnWith me on the stage and you in frount rownCan you even make out a single word that i wrote?nOut of everyone standing here in the crowdnIt should be you understanding what this is aboutnn