Letras:Blessthefall. His Last Walk. Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad.

You scream don?t look, you scream don?t touch
What have they done? What have I not?
And every time I think about your voice I
Start to tremble, and my throats aching
And anytime you need a shoulder, I?m right here
You?ve just gotta find a way.

She sits alone, tries to adjust
She cries please let me go I won?t tell anyone
You scream don?t look, please god don?t touch

Oh god please help us, get her out of this