The spitting image of a that's how i feel
My days going like i've been stepped on a thousand times what a dream my feet hurt
My back aches and worse yet
I miss you if i were to ask you to hurt me you'd throw me over the edge
Wouldn't you loose me how could i let myself trust laughed when you spit in his face
I'm just a poor boy whose only home was in your arms
I feel lost and alone
I wish this light would end it's like waiting for christmas to come it never does not since you left not since you left me here just to come back for a little taste
Let me show you love if it's too sour you can spit it out it's not you you but now that i look back you're not worth a tea whore you sicken me say goodbye.