Just somebody

In the mystic river, you hiding your guilt..

When you said your so happy you could die, tellin im so right in your company...

In the mystic river you hiding your guilt...

In the end i told you im glad its over, but my guilt was as deep as your river.

You dident have to change that number, or keep it.

Now your just somebody that i use to know...

In the end of the past you described to be so screwed up strange...

It was always something i had done, dont hang up on just somebody you use to know.

Friends collect the diamonds of fear you wear.

Now your just somebody i use to know, still fading like that one.

In the mystic river, you hide your fears and guilt deep down in the colderness.

Telling my self that im so happy i could die, i died that very early sunday morning.

Put roses on my grave and they decomposes as the feelings your friends develoaped for you.

World spins around, just like your thoughts did.

You belive that it was always something i had done, still you couldent been more wrong then you were when you cutted me of.

You dident have to stand so low as my guilt, nor high as my pride.

Now your just somebody i use to know...

That i use to know.....