In an act of contrition
 I lay down by your side
 It's not your place to comment
 On my state of distress
 For this is for real
 I've tears in my eyes
 Am I laughing or crying?
 I suggest I'm not lying
 I haven't found a measure yet to
 Calibrate my displeasure yet so
 To ignore my warning
 Could be your folly
 The judgment is harsh
 I offer no plea
 Valuing the vengeance which you treasure
 I've redefined the meaning of vendetta
 The procession's disordered
 You protect your possessions
 In light of your actions
 I question your love
 May I make an observation
 Your bite is worse than my aggression
 I should have known better
 I should have known better
 Than to become a target
 Albeit a target which moves
 No offer of terms or concessions
 For statements or confessions
 You don't feel warm
 I pass close by
 You shiver, I whisper
 Excuse me, what's your problem?
 Oh, I see
 I should have known better