I hate my friends I hate my friends I hate my... Two in the morning here I am turning blue I抦 drinking up for an old friend Bourbon can抰 clean my mind of this Voice in my head I hate my friends Cause they make me Think about the smile that i抦 faking I hate my Yeah, that抯 the scene that I am in Lying At odds with every bland image How many excuses can this Fool listen to You never cared There was no us Only misery and distrust I hate my...
|