I take these turns a bit too fast, trying to leave you in my past. The CD skips our favorite songs, our greatest hits; just don't belong. I really love to hate this love hate. Hate love relationships are over-rated, over my dead body is how this will end. He said it's over and I could go for another chance to do this over again. So this is it? After all We've been thrught, we call it quits and-a I'm about to wash my prints. Oh, the little I had left, he said it's over. And I could really go for a cup of coffee and an overdose. Leave it all behind me. You'll see it when you finally find me, comatose or pretty close, cover up copy and an overdose. I pop these pills like cracker jacks, and the price that plays dice just watching you react. When you'r depressed you, sleep too much, I'm not sure if I'm waking up. It's over-rated, over my dead body Is how this will end. You said it'd over and I could go for another chance to do this over again.
So this is it? After all?