You make me sit alone
Waiting by the phone
Nervous but controlled
I’m
Wake up to another day
Mad at what i see
I'm a
Picture me on the cover of your magazine
All the shiny
She is gone
And so now I
Fine it hard
To
You’re sick and tried of being brought down to your
No heart feeling Cause you left me breathingNo more tears
well I've got lot's of friend that come around But
Swinging on some dopeGonna shoot up a ropeFresh out of
Walking throughThrough the shadows of my past Waiting for you
I walked around here Searching for my insidesAnd all i
Up and down Pass it aroundSmile and sayThis is where
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