Saturnine — The Gathering

The day you went away You had to screw me over I guess you didn't know all the stuff you left me with is way too much to handle But I guess you don't care

You don't need to preach you don't have to love me, all the time

Whatever on earth possessed you to make this bold decision I guess you don't need me While whispering those words I cried like a baby hoping you would care

You don't need to preach you don't have to love me, all the time

You don't have to preach all the time