Oh, try to break me down You fucking lunatic, why don't you just let me go You wrote me with this bullshit that ain't my problem When are you gonna learn No pretty metaphor is never gonna change my mind Paranoia, is hidden behind your eyes We gambled and we lost Watching the universe crumbling around my hands They tell you that everyone, says it but they won't tell you how Our imaginary friends Your only problem is that you want to be my real friend You walk like a prisoner in the prison of your own demise Some shit that you say that you can never, ever, take it back Don't you know that I'm using you, to get with you
You fucking lunatic, why don't you just let me go Instead, you rewrote me, with this bullshit that ain't my problemTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
