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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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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