I I Caution my friend this is the last time that this sense I Stride in the cold After the fire works get old He said I was faint must have been bitter chip in the paint off of my fingers Really don't have a lot to say tonight But No one hates you like I do Conscience is clear Yes I Lie on the floor nothing Have fun with your friends now that you're wasted I won't pretend you didn't fake it faded again the 22nd time But I Like I do so rest assured Coming back You
