Teksty: Papa Roach. The Paramour Sessions. Alive (N' out of Control).

Go

Come on
Come on
Come on

For crying out loud, I'm running from a come down
God forbid, I know I've been a let down
Reaching for the sky while laying in a gutter
Kicking and screaming, I am screaming bloody murder

I am screaming bloody murder
I am screaming bloody murder

Well, I believe when I'm falling apart
I'm out of control, I'm losing my own soul
I believe when I'm falling apart
I'm out of control, I'm losing my own soul

I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel
Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me, go, take care of your self

Go take care of yourself
You better take care of yourself

Well, I believe when I'm falling apart
I'm out of control, I'm losing my own soul
I believe when I'm falling apart
I'm out of control, I'm losing my own soul

I'm sick of the pain, I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today, I'm sick of tomorrow
I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

So I climb to the top
Just to fall to the bottom
And I climb to the top
Just to fall to the bottom

Come on
Come on
Come on

Well, I believe when I'm falling apart
I'm out of control, I'm losing my own soul
I believe when I'm falling apart
I'm out of control, I'm losing my own soul

I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel
Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me, go, take care of your self