See I wish things ended in a different way But what can I say, we both are stubborn Right, all we used to do is fight But I can not taste what's good without no struggle Every day I change girls like they were my undies I say fuck please and get all the barbies Truth though is that I feel dumb 'Cause I wanted you to be my children's mom
The radio is teasing me, playing a tune that you wanted on our wedding Pending ending of another bitch that home I'm sending She wants me to walk her to the door but, yo, I'm f***ing stuck She cannot see my pain, she's just another fuck I couldn't hide a thing from you You knew when I was mad, when I was sad Girl you knew all my favorite things in bed, and now I'm dead But I got goals that I must conquer Music is my life and for music I will suffer Shared our deepest secrets, our hardest moments My always open ear is now signing for unemployment I used to tell you about my dreams, and my dreams have come true but you're not next to me You full of someone else's
Possibilities, there are so many I'm not feeling yours (she ain't feeling mine) so much lately We're in the ocean, you're not the one So let me go now, I think we're done
Girl, where are you? No answer on your phone I'm about to erase your pictures and your special ringtone Your birthday album, it's burned, it's gone, all I left is a memory stone So many fans yet I'm felling so alone I've started making money, f***ing lingerie models 5 stars hotels, green room, popping bottles I'm on the quest for the logic I can't find How can you be sleeping with someone else to your side? Are you blind? Are you out of your f***ing mind? The bank just called they said that your sanity was declined 'Cause three weeks ago you said you will die for me So die for me, how come you are giving up on me? You cannot take the good without the bad don't you get it? We had our glory days and now you easily forget it I'm trying to eat but I miss you, it makes me sick How can I swallow when your swallowing someone else's
Possibilities, there are so many I'm not feeling yours (she ain't feeling mine) so much lately We're in the ocean, you're not the one So let me go now, I think we're done
Compositor: Yosef-asaf Borger (Borgore) ECAD: Obra #23920107