You think that you know more About being, being lonely But I get so lonely No one's allowed to hold me, hold me
Funny I can't help me I know that that sound's ugly
Throw me a bone Give me, give me something I can use Or leave me alone If you can let me, let me get loose I'm not thinking too hard Or not, not at all
There's nothing as depressing as good advice Nobody wants to hear how to live their lives There's nothing as depressing as good advice Nobody wants to hear how to live their lives
You think that you know more About being, being lonely But I get so lonely No one's around to hold me, hold me
Funny I can't help me I know that that sounds ugly
Sleep talking letting secrets out Blacked out and [?] That feel when times ain't call for Crying, but you're thinking too hard
There's nothing as depressing as good advice Nobody wants to hear how to live their lives There's nothing as depressing as good advice Nobody wants to hear how to live their livesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
