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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