Paroles de Broken Bottles At 2 A.m
Battered, beaten, blood and tearsWhats wrong with you boy?
Boys dont cry
Ill write to you when i got my story straight
You left me waiting at the worst possible time
Your not better than this stop while your ahead
fat lips bite the concrete
Eat the asphalt and smile for your picture
Recognize that mug from last year?
I dont know if your listening, but if you dont know
then your as hepful as an eight year old kid
Ive seen more punch when i looked in the mirror
Even questions could make things more clear
than the lessons i've been taught
No ones cares for you but they'd always say
It's not your fault...
fat lips bite the concrete
Eat the asphalt and smile for your picture
Recognize that mug from last year?
I dont know if your listening, but if you dont know
then your as hepful as an eight year old kid
Ive seen more punch when i looked in the mirror
Even questions could make things more clear
than the lessons i've been taught
No ones cares for you but they'd always say
It's not your fault...
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