Dont drag me down too sick of us sick of you tired of holding on tired of letting go tired of wanting more im always waiting to speak my mind its time
when everything can and will go wrong phone lines dont do you justice mixtapes are a thing of the past and everything was lost in the fucking fire somehow
Dont take this out of context this time it just feels right im just a fucking trainwreck and sick of sleepless nights im throwing rocks at your window
Time to go time is winding down it makes sense to this hardcore sound my head hurts yet my hands feel fine and id be standing straight if it werent for
needs One from the heart, she can believe I've seen that girl before, I've seen the boys that come and go And still she's on her own I hope somewhere, somehow, someday
