i gave you everything what'd you give to me a pocket full of empty rings and a diamond dream the most that i could ever hope is that you'd start to feel so real
yeah yeah yeah
what i want is what you want what i want is more i'm tired of the questions am i left in scorn the drugs are my addiction she's laying on the tiles of my floor
yeah yeah yeah
and you were my fault you were my own and you built my will but what i want you can't fucking kill
yeah yeah yeah
everyone is not as one everyone's the same they're asking fucking questions looking down to blame am i independent or am i just playing my own game
yeah yeah yeah
'cause you were my fault you were my own you built my will what i want you'll never kill
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
'cause you were my fault you were my own and you built my will
yeah yeah yeah |
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