Testo Carrigan

But are you sure you want this?

But are you sure you want to go this way?

Your confession is confusion

At least to me
Or should I say it's me who goes away?



Oh, how jealous I would be

How happy it would make me

I miss your sharpened wit

I don't believe a word of it



If I found out that all of this was one big lie
And if I confessed I knew it all the time

And if I heard your silent admitting sigh

Come on, tell me, would you help me die?



You tore apart my heart

I'm not about to deny that

You tore apart my heart

And a broken thing is dead