The 'I love you's are getting tired
But sorry darling, that's just how I'm wired
I'm a ticking self-destruct bomb
Know where I'm coming from?
Best friends, until the end
Best friends, until the end
But still, I'm yet to comprehend
Why you put up with me
Can't you see, that
I'm dying for you.
The conversations we have nowadays are depressed
You're sitting, perfectly dressed
At the other end of a telephone line
You used to be mine
Getting over people
Was never a forte of mine
All wounds heal with time
But time's a neccesity I never had
Nowadays I'm about as sensitive as a stone
Best friends, until the end
Best friends, until the end
But still, I'm yet to comprehend
Why you put up with me
Can't you see, that
I'm dying for you.
Some would call me pathetic
I'm just trying to be depressively poetic
I'm sorry I'm such a shit friend
You used to be able to depend, on me
Now I'm torn in two
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I'm addiction. How do you want me?
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Enjoy life, there's plenty of time to be dead
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Enjoy life, there's plenty of time to be dead
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Enjoy life, there's plenty of time to be dead
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Enjoy life, there's plenty of time to be dead
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