When is it too many times To tell you that I think of you every night I don't want to make it hard on you So I could be cruel Yeah I could make you hate me Would that make it easy Did you think I forgot The fireworks, the black eye Trading blows on the fourth of July But you were right, I was asking for it I always am It's no good if the pain doesn't make you feel like you earned it And I probably deserved it
'Cause all you ever say is "What's the point; is anybody there to help me now" It's not that I think I'm good I know that I'm evil I guess I was trying to even it out
Isn't that what you want For me to be miserable like you Well brother, you're about to get your wish Putting my fist through the plaster in the bathroom of a Motel 6 I must have pictured it all a thousand times I swear to God I think I'm gonna die I know you were right I can't be fixed, so help me
'Cause all you ever say is "What's the point; is anybody there to help me now" It's not that I think I'm good I know that I'm evil I guess I was trying to even it outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
