Last call for regret and defeat To finish the bottle full of empty dreams Punch strong head that was straight out of line Another excuse with no alibi Hitching on the road of decline With no name streets and no vital signs I pissed away the best of me and No one can help me!
Misery's best friend Dead be on dead-end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean self-elect, resident reject A bad habit Don't forget it you better Count your last blessings I fell of the wagon Im chasing six feet And now I'm running out of time
My hands are tied And nailed to the cross I'm looking for all the composure I lost I'm petulant with a bad attitude A poster-child vision of wasted youth I dodged the book and found the key I can't say the same for dignity I pissed away the best of me and No one can help me
Misery's best friend Dead be on dead-end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean self-elect, resident reject A bad habit Don't forget it you better Count your last blessings I fell of the wagon Im chasing six feet And now I'm running out of time
My own enemy I don't hear you now Perfect tragedy God bless us denial
My own enemy I don't hear you now Perfect tragedy God bless us denial
Misery's best friend Dead be on dead-end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean self-elect, resident reject A bad habit Don't forget it you better Count your last blessings I fell of the wagon Im chasing six feet And now I'm running out of time
Misery's best friend Dead be on dead-end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean self-elect, resident reject A bad habit Don't forget it you better Count your last blessings I fell of the wagon Im chasing six feet And now I'm running out of time.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
