Four Years

All Ive got is four years of nothing
And I gotta make up for my lost time
I really gotta say your somehtin'
The way you really messed with my gosh darn mind
I can't hear your sweet voice but I ain't got no somethin' choice
And its makin' me sick
I can't hear your sweet lying voice
But its lookin' like I ain't got a choice
Maybe go out and get messed up
Or maybe do some driving while I'm drunk
But death is too good for me
I'd carve your name into my skin
With a rusty knife and safety pins
But even that won't bring you back to me
Chris! - Ooh-wa-ooh
I can't be your friend no more
I ain't lookin' back and ain't keep score
I just want you to stay away from me you stupid girl
I hear your name all over the place
I don't want you
I hate your face
I wish you would just have a nice life - toodles and ttfn and stuff - cuz I care!



Credits
Writer(s): Bubonic Nate And Dead Rats
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