don't we have to look back now to someone else live up to wish that scar would heal somehow covered over a thousand times moved on from those left behind but there's always someone to pick up where you left has that path been taken one too many times maybe you'll cross mine and i'll smile knowing that you got the last one on us this time don't we have to look back now ripped off a thousand places with a smile on your face and we were right behind you waiting for the payoff
