You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have met me half way?
You could see me bleeding
And you would not put pressure on the wound

You only think about yourself
You better bend before I go
On the next train to Mexico

You could see my breathing
But you still kept your hand over my mouth
You could feel me seething
But you just turned your nose up in the air

You only think about yourself
You better bend before I go
On the next train to Mexico