Woorden: Common Enemy. Late Night Skate. The Argument.

I could write this ballad a million fucking times,
but when I see your face
it makes me lose my fucking mind,
to think of all the stress you bring
it makes me want to kill,
you gave me all the confidence in the world,
now you make me feel like shit
I feel like I?m at war, it?s the same argument,
get out of my fucking face, just let me leave this mess
my heart is in a cocktail, I?m gonna light the fuse,
get out of my fucking face
before I vomit on your shoes
I feel like I?m at war it?s the same argument,
get out of my fucking face, just let me leave this mess!
now its over! This time I?m serious!
Why do we put ourselves
Through such shit!?