Even when you feel sorry for your fella in the sober days
You know he can find out that there are still so many ways…
We’re made of all this things we can’t undo
That’s sad in many ways, ‘cause I can’t unlove but I can hate you.
We’re made of all this things we can’t unsay
We wish we could but we can’t per se .
We’re made of all this tears we can’t unshed
But that’s how stalactites and stalagmites are shaped.