Artista: A Week In July
  Canción: Without The Bitter

What are we fighting for?
Wish I didn't know your name.
Don't try to come back, it will never be the same,
so now you think you know everything.
I'm happy you're gone, now we know you're lame.
I would rather spit than see your face,
soon the world will know that you're a waste,
we don't care now so I ask you please will you stop?
Stop trying trying to be someone you're not.
Long may you roam, boy without a home.
It's not your fault no one raised you to be loyal.
It's much better without you around.
I don't want to even hear a sound from you again, forever.
I hope our ties remain severed.
Long amy you roam, boy without a home.
Long may you ride on all your little lies.