Cough cough cough cough cough on me I want your diseases I want everything that's wrong with you I worry about what I did wrong to you I wonder where I went wrong with you Maybe if I write you a song or two You'd start to believe again Again My friend, why do you love syringes? I really do miss those binges Of watching tv shows that we knew had already ended I miss being so damn bored with you Getting lost in the airport with you But if I knew what you really wanted to do I would've never cursed your name
I know sorry won't fix shit I know sorry won't fix shit I know sorry won't fix shit You didn't mean to hurt me on Christmas
I know sorry won't fix shit I know sorry won't fix shit I know sorry won't fix shit You didn't mean to kill me on Christmas
Yeah, Jackson's songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.