I ask myself why are آپ still around
It's Just My 19th Nervous Breakdown
You sleep all دن I'm working weekends
I'm sick of آپ 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 ڈنر, کھانے and you're on the phone
The bill comes but your wallet's at home
You May Be Smooth, آپ May Be Fine
But you're a waste...
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