There's a liar in your bed And there's a shotgun to your head You can't breathe but you can smoke You can't cry but you can joke about it You can drink yourself to chills You can hide your little pills As your life slowly explodes You can believe nobody knows about it Do you think that you're the only one Who's losing their minds Keeping it together Is everyone's favorite pastime
Everybody's had some really, really bad Some this has got to be the end I would really like to try for you Sit around and cry for you Muster up some sympathy Well that's too much to ask of me
You try so hard to be discreet With all your secrets in the sheets As you solemnly refuse The very spark that lights your fuse Do you think that you're the only one Who can be unkind Tearing at each other's flesh Is everyone's favorite pastime
Everybody's had some really, really bad Some this has got to be the end I would really like to try for you Sit around and cry for you Muster up some sympathy Well that's too much to ask of me
Have some have some sympathy now Have some sympathy now
Everybody's had some really, really bad Some this has got to be the end I would really like to try for you Sit around and cry for you Muster up some sympathy Well that's too much to ask of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
