The Plot To Bomb The Panhandle (Post-Hardcore.RU) [ PHCM chart | phcm.ru/lastfm.html ]
I've learned to let go Come on
Here's a middle finger Coming straight from oca-l-a I appreciate your judgement it's proved that I can't trust a word you say those must be some pair of binoculars that you see every move I make so I'll never be a liar but you'll always be two-faced
You'll get what's coming to you You're blinded by your instincts I'm not your fucking game I'm not so easily beat
I'm looking down at this mess that you've made and I can't believe that I stayed So unhappy for so long Where did I go wrong? I've got to get out of this my hand is on the handle We're leaving everything behind Goodbye for a lifetime
I'll rip that scandalous bitch in two We'll bring the noise
Try to pretend that I never even knew your name 'cause everything you are disgusts me (Too bad I can't turn back time) So I wouldn't be here what I'd give for you to disappear so tell me girly how's your edge?
You've got nothing better to do I know why you can't see straight I thought you were better than this but you're just like everyone else
I'm looking down at this mess that you've made and I can't believe that I stayed So unhappy for so long Where did I go wrong? I've got to get out of this my hand is on the handle We're leaving everything behind Goodbye for a lifetime
I'll make my stand right here with my friends I'll make my stand right here with my friends I'll make my stand right here with my friends I'll make my stand right here with my friends I'll make my stand right here with my friends
Get low Now I know who my friends are I'm never coming home