So I knew you were fakin About your dreams Because when your`e wakin Everything`s what it seems
I know you`ve got roses You wanta throw on my grave But all the time you You can`t see doves reign
Oh, doesn`t it hurt To see me reachin Words and excuses lame While it`s time for leavin So mama don`t hit the fruit jar I`d rather see ya hit me Just cause you go too far And I`ll lose what`s real
You`ll turn out fine babe Like father like son I was wasted at the forkroads I`mжЉ¦ too old to run
Oh, doesn`t it hurt To see me reachin Words and excuses lame While it`s time for bleedin
So if it`s pity I need Or rejection I bleed Cause I never Cause I never Cause I never Asked for nothing
Yea, So mama don`t hit the fruit jar I`d rather see ya hit me Just cause you go too far And I`ll lose what`s real
Oh, doesn`t it hurt To see me reachin Words and excuses lame While it`s time for bleedin
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