Last call to wake me up and stumble to the
I need to tell this secret be sure to keep
Last night I came home found you sleeping on the
Get bored just watching you got better things to do
Don't
Sit down and take a listen a story
That's my confession
Sunday's morning paper told me my luck's gonna change
If I
Don't talk to me about selling out cause I won't
Use some sommon sense for once
Because you take more than
I must say thanks for giving me reasons to talways
I've been down this lonely road before
I'm here to say
You filled my head with empty promises you never kept
I
I don't need anybody much less a psudo friend like
Trust what a fucked up word
It's more often misunderstood
The last
Breaking, this breaking up is hard to take
No more apologies
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