Max Pain
I'm confused, I feel used
Just lost, so I reboot
my system from a distance
She keeps insisting that I should listen
I want you, I need you
I'delove to see the real you
I think you owe it to me, 'cause girl I'd do the same
Micheal Owen to thee, man, I don't need this pain
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Shattered glass all on the floor
Your screaming at me like it’s my fault
How this started I don't know
It’s best that you start drinking slow
I gotta pack my bags and everything with it
My music is all I have in this life filled with women
So, I'm sorry but I gotta go
I have to jet, headstrong with my luggage
But first I must confess there's something wrong with your loving
You tend to be obsessed with summing up all the nothings
while I go chase success, your coming up through his covers
Primogeniture promise, I knew I wasn't first
See, you’re bad at being honest, go fool another person
No more pain shall I sustain
These pills that I got are heading straight to the drain
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