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