Panic - Pale текст песни

I'll tuck the soil around your unborn heads
What the fuck was i thinking of?
I'm sorry for the things i said
I'll tip my glass to misery and pour it on your graves
I can't believe i wasn't there for you
I fall asleep with a gun in my mouth
Because of all the things i did
And i can't be at peace with myself
Unless you know i cared
My hand against your cheek
So in the dark i could feel you smile