Wrong Things Right

I wouldn't wish on my worst fuckin’ enemy what I feel every god damn day and night

My heart beats outside of my chest, won't rest until I make the wrong things right

Had the most precious thing to me torn from my arms

But I refuse to lose in this scenario, what goes around comes around in the end

And when it does, I hope this same pain buries you

You can't replace what's irreplaceable, you can't deny the undeniable

All I ever been is a good man, like my father and his father before him