It’s been a couple of years now. Past grudges tend to fade. I believe in second chances, but you bit me once again. What were you thinking? Now we’re sick of trying. You get no third chances. Now you’re dead to us all. You’re dead to us all. We’re sick of the trying. Now you’re dead to us all. You’re a snake in snake’s clothing. I should have known better. I brought this upon myself and I’ll never be the same. What was I thinking?