Waste
So I knew you were fakin’
About your dreams
Cause when you’re wakin’
Everything’s what it seems
I know you got roses
You wanta throw on my grave
But all the time you
You can’t seem [to ?]
Oh, doesn’t it hurt
To see me reachin’
Words and excuses lame
While it’s time for leavin’
So mama don’t hit the fruit jar
I’d rather see ya hit me
Just cause you go too far
And I’ll lose what’s real
You’ll out fine babe
Like father like son
I was wasted at the forkroads
I’m too old to run
Oh, doesn’t it hurt
To see me reachin’
Words and excuses lame
While it’s time for bleedin’
So if it’s pity I need
[Or retraction] I bleed
Cause I never
Cause I never
Cause I never
Asked for nothing
So mama don’t hit the fruit jar
I’d rather see ya hit me
Just cause you go too far
And I’ll lose what’s real
Oh, doesn’t it hurt
To see me reachin’
Words and excuses lame
While it’s time for bleedin’ BACK TO PREVIOUS PAGE