This wasn't supposed to be a love song, Matter of fact this was about hate. I fucking said it, I don't regret it A little much or a little too late.
I turned away just one too many times I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies. I looked away just one too many times I'm tired of pretending, that I'm not here, not here to die.
You want my best, you get the worst You're not the last and you ain't the fucking first You got to live, I live to die. Still got motherfuckin' fingers in the sky.
I turned away just one too many times I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies. I looked away just one too many times I'm tired of pretending, that I'm not here, not here to die.
I've been hated by better I've been beaten by the best It's not a game, it's a mother fucking test
I turned away just one too many times I'm tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies. I looked away just one too many times I'm tired of pretending, that I'm not here, not here to die.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
