Graphic Nature - Sour
Don't call my name
Cause I've been waiting for hours
I'm starting to sour
The thought of life keeping on with you
Well it's making me sick
It's making me fucking sick
Man you're making me wanna die
You talk of life like it's something you wanna buy
I ain't for sale but I'll tell you this for free
You got the world, hell if you're taking me
Tell me and tell me and tell me and tell me again
How you learned to live alone
With both hands tied behind your back
You know there's no way I'll crack
Cause every day I'm looking at the world we live in
So if you ask me you're a fucking disgrace
Don't make me look back at that dead lying face
Just give me the space I need my own mind
I'll keep telling myself
It's all in my head
Just fucking leave me to die
Just go
Listen to me, understand
Go
I can't fucking stand the sight of you alone
Written by:
ANTONIO RENARD SMITH
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