What! ? Am I thinking to loud My brain hurts so I'll rest for a while Good luck! My head's about to break Emotionally sick I beg to differ Just rotten
The love she gives is almost real Some things inside is always clear So deep inside my mind I always see CHORUS But she will never ever be the one that
Come, smash up your seats tonight Sippin' on wine I'm fine The music keeps me up all night 'Cause I'm full of lust Come with us, run for your lives
Don't talk about moonshine Don't talk about white wine I'm gonna find lies sick twisted strange kind Don't talk about moonshine Don't talk about white
You want some time alone But I don't think I'll be that strong I need to know How much How long Where do I belong How much How long Run to your mama '
You wanna now about sadistic girls? The way they walk the way they talk. Wanna now sadistic girls. Spend some time with me. Can't stop now, 'cause she
Baptized without a mother Am I tough like the others Oh no Sunshine on my brothers I drink when I see problems Low So low That's what they call
I hate it when you touch me All your jealousy You don't really know me Damn I need something new I'm sick of being your tool Not my fantasy I'm not your
Looks like a little nice catfight, But there's no women in sight. A little hug from the heartless, Surely those boys just can't fight. A little hug from
Don?t talk about moonshine; Don?t talk about white wine. I?m drawing a fine line, Sick, twisted, strange kind. I stick my tongue out, Feel stupid Don
Can not remember last night No Think I behaved like an asshole But she told me I was nice though Two stars tattooed on her body That I know Talk Give
I'm on my way, I need it now. Last call for alcohol. My limitation, my only sin. Last call for alcohol. I don't want to crash and burn, And I never seem
Get a little sentemetal when I fall I get a little to much when you push me to far Don't you be sad but I'm the best that you have It hurts a little to
What!? Am I thinking too loud My brain hurts so I'll rest for a while Good luck! Hy head's about to break Emotionally sick I beg to differ Just rotten
Oh no! I don't need another trip to that graveyard, let me be. Already being sick'n tired, being friendly, being me, let me be. Into sweet debauchery
I did not mean to stare no but Sometimes I need to see it my way There's some secrets I don't share The truth will only make you sad Cause I know It
you're not passing thru well who the fuck are you i'm off stage don't have a lot to stay but the party starts anyway we get into a fight about a show
That's when I scream I just wanna be seen A self destructive kiss It will always make me sick Know what I mean? Shades of grey Long way from home Switch
