Waste


So I knew you were fakiní About your dreams Cause when youíre wakiní Everythingís what it seems I know you got roses You wanta throw on my grave But all the time you You canít seem [to ?] Oh, doesnít it hurt To see me reachiní Words and excuses lame While itís time for leaviní So mama donít hit the fruit jar Iíd rather see ya hit me Just cause you go too far And Iíll lose whatís real Youíll out fine babe Like father like son I was wasted at the forkroads Iím too old to run Oh, doesnít it hurt To see me reachiní Words and excuses lame While itís time for bleediní So if itís pity I need [Or retraction] I bleed Cause I never Cause I never Cause I never Asked for nothing So mama donít hit the fruit jar Iíd rather see ya hit me Just cause you go too far And Iíll lose whatís real Oh, doesnít it hurt To see me reachiní Words and excuses lame While itís time for bleediní Back To Site