Forced out like a candle in the wind
Not given a second to explain
Life spiralling down the drain
Whilst sleeping on deck chair

The lads dream of freedom
But forget what it costs
They never realise the lost
Until it's too late to return home

Let the punishment fit the crime
What I do on a break
Still counts as a mistake
To the ones left behind

How do I expect to go on trying
Can you fix a heart
That you helped tear apart
With only yourself in mind

The world will keep on spinning
But your stood still
Deceit has lost its thrill
Enjoy your empty shell

Let the punishment fit the crime
What I do on a break
Still counts as a mistake
To the ones left behind

To want to erase time is to regret
So show me a tardis
I would go fix this
A butterfly effect couldn't halt me

I left my love stood their waiting
To fulfil my gluttony
And ended my destiny
Not an ounce of hope left for me

Let the punishment fit the crime
What I do on a break
Still counts as a mistake
To the ones left behind