junio 28, 2009

You had me.
You lost me.
You're wasted.
You cost me.
I don't want you here messing with my mind.
Spitting in my eyes and I still see
Tried to keep me down
I'm breaking free
I don't want no part in your next fix
Someone needs to tell you this is it.

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