Nov 20, 2005 03:28
i feel like punching walls. no one cares. fuck you. fuck pretending.
This won’t mean a thing come tomorrow
and that’s exactly how I’ll make it seem
Cause I'm still not sleeping,
thinking I’ve crawled home from worse than this
So please, please (please)
I’m running out of sympathy (I'm running out of sympathy!)
and I never said I’d take this
I never said I'd take this lying down
"come on, come on, let’s just get this over with”
She says
"come on, come on, let’s just get this over with”
(I never said I’d take this lying down, let's just get this over with,
and I've crawled home from worse than this)
She says
"come on, come on, let’s just get this over with”
She says
"come on, come on.."
I still know everything, I still know everything, I still know...