IRC-Galleria

I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you
I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you
I just can't take anymore, this life of solitude
I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you

I feel, like you don't want me around
I guess I'll pack all my things, I guess I'll see you around
It's all been bottled up until now
As I walk out your door, all I can hear is the sound of

Always always always always always always . . .
I just can't live without you

I see, the blood all over your hands
Does it make you feel, more like a man?
Was it all, just a part of your plan
The pistol's shaking in my hands and all I hear is the sound . . .