Hell, you want a part of me
So i swear to share my real good taste
In hatin´you

Some times you have nothing but the wrong side of the road
I´m felling sorry as i need to get me rid of all this, so...
Get me rid

Well, it´s been so long
Since the last time i showed

At Least you can see how good things were around
with some pictures of your home
You keep them in your heart always, and in the pocket of your old pants

I wish i could but it´s not a brand new start
But what is worth except the fact of leavin´ the past behind
So, the clock