I ask myself why are bạn still around
It's Just My 19th Nervous Breakdown
You sleep all ngày I'm working weekends
I'm sick of bạn and all your stupid friends
You're living life just like a dream
Lost in the scene
I'm so Jaded, frustrated
I can't pretend, everything's cool When you
Won't Talk to Me, Leave Me Dirty Laundry
to Mess Up My Life
Get your shit together 'cause it's
Who, whoa, whoa
Welcome to the Real World
Whoa!
You're like a leech latching Onto Me
Sucking out all my energy
Out to quán ăn and you're on the phone
The bill comes but your wallet's at home
You May Be Smooth, bạn May Be Fine
But you're a waste...
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