They ripped your heart out. Dragged it to the floor. You’re stepped on, again. No more expectations of anyone, no more.

My angel will save me, because I can’t save myself.

I’m too busy

The guilt will destroy me, I can’t face myself.

I’m too busy. I’m too busy.

I stood by and they trampled on. I was let down, again. No more confrontation with anyone, no more.

My angel will save me, because I can’t save myself.

I’m too busy

The guilt will destroy me, I can’t face myself.

I’m too busy. I’m too busy.

I was a gentleman. I sat down and broke bread. And as I cleared my head, enemies became friends. I became brother-in-need. I became the hand that feeds. And as they cleared their heads, enemies became friends.

My Angel will save me, because I can’t save myself.

I’m too busy

The guilt will destroy me, I can’t face myself.

I’m too busy. I’m too busy.