I could be wrong...
I could be gone...

Who are you to call yourself a friend of mine
When you choose to ignore all the signs
When even enemies turned and stuck out their hands
You decided against and burned your last chance

Why did it have to take this long
To realize that bastards are gone
Why could you not keep up the pace
Rather than to succumb to disgrace

Strengthen your colours
And show your true face

Why did it have to take this long...

Draw me down until I hit the ground
Try to make me weak and consume my peace
Satisfy all your needs, feel the great relief

Strengthen your colours
And show your true face

Why did it have to take this long...

Draw me down until I hit the ground
Try to make me weak and consume my peace
Satisfy all your needs, feel the great relief
So you may hold me down until I nearly drown
Break my strength and might, though it comes around
There's no place to be for you to feel free