So I knew you were fakin’ About your dreams Cause when you’re wakin’ Everything’s what it seems
I know you got roses You wanta throw on my grave But all the time you You can’t seem [to ?]
Oh, doesn’t it hurt To see me reachin’ Words and excuses lame While it’s time for leavin’
So mama don’t hit the fruit jar I’d rather see ya hit me Just cause you go too far And I’ll lose what’s real
You’ll out fine babe Like father like son I was wasted at the forkroads I’m too old to run
Oh, doesn’t it hurt To see me reachin’ Words and excuses lame While it’s time for bleedin’
So if it’s pity I need [Or retraction] I bleed Cause I never Cause I never Cause I never Asked for nothing
So mama don’t hit the fruit jar I’d rather see ya hit me Just cause you go too far And I’ll lose what’s real
Oh, doesn’t it hurt To see me reachin’ Words and excuses lame While it’s time for bleedin’
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