I am tired of trying The old you can’t be cloned I am sick of crying And watching you get ****** I am through with lying Oh, I heard you when you groaned I am not replying.
I am done with darling The sweetness has been framed and it’s quite alarming To see what has decayed.
when i was younger i used to believe that every one is good or bad no in between catholic upbringing, you know the drill now as i grow i realize the lines are a lot more blurred than when first perceived and sometimes it's good to be bad