Who are you to speak?
I need you more than ever
No! Don’t turn you’re back
It’s not like you to cry
I’ve had enough
Chronic cleaning
Yeah, of little faith
Wash my hands again
Chorus: You give a fuck about tomorrow
But what of our today?
Why? Waste it with sorrow
It’s not your game to play
No! I see that you’ve done it
You’re not what I believed
How? Blinded with a casket
I see I’ve been deceived
Dumb fuck inferences
What is not hear means nothing
Live among the dead
I asked you not to cry
Now is not enough
Cockeyed development
What plot? I don’t see
You took a star away from me
I don’t need you!
Fuck you
Sorry
It’s not my fault
You will
Never
See past my few wrongs
To late for tomorrow
But what about today?
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