So its been said, that I wont make it on my ownBut I know, that im going places that youll never knowAnd one day youll find me hiding, on your back porchAnd I see through these lies, should I end it with this knifeIve seen the things you do, donât know what youâve got to proveDoes this mean anything to you, does this mean anything to youNow its too late, for an apology, not its too damn late for an apology.And I see through these lies, should I end it with this knifeIve seen the things you do, donât know what youâve got to proveDoes this mean anything to you, does this mean anything to you?