James Levy & The Blood Red Rose Hung To Dry
I left you hung to dry
Left to die
Left to die
Die, die, die
Die, die, die
I left you out for dead
Let it be said
Let it be said
I'm so sorry
If you need some time
We can meet upon Monday, oh Monday
If you consider me
Some sort of enemy
I understand
But I am just a man
Oh it would be unwise
To take stands on that side
A declaration of the end
You say I've hell to pay
That's what you say
I've hell to pay
Anyway that's what you say
I left you out for dead
Let it be said
Let it be said
I'm so sorry
I've been all over town
Trying to find you
Because I hear you're mad
Oh, I hear you're mad
Still nowhere to be found
Your phone is dead
And it makes me feel bad
But, I don't feel that bad
If you consider me
Some sort of enemy
A declaration of the end
I left you hung to dry
Left to die, left to die
Die, die, die
Die, die, die
I left you out for dead
Let it be said
Let it be said
I'm so sorry
