fml

There's nothing left for me to figure out.
I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying.
I'm not ready to make nice.
I'm not ready to back down.
I'm still mad as hell and i don't have time to go round and round and round.

Maybe it's to late to make everything right?
We probably wouldn't if we could.
Because we're mad as hell, can't bring us self to do what it is we think we should.

I know you said "can't you just get over it?".
It turned my whole world around.

Forgive, sound good.
Forget, i'm not sure i could.