Proscenium lyrics

A son, a daughter, a wife left behind Tales full of regret, full of words unsaid With my heart on my sleeve, I'll tell you all that I know Of how a man can destroy a home A son, a daughter and a loving wife left behind A tale full of regret, full of words unsaid With my heart on my sleeve, I'll tell you all that I know Of how a man can taint a beautiful, loving soul For all the hate that you seethe It's perfect irony That you're the one that fucking made me It's perfect irony For all the hate that you seethe That you're the one that fucking made me