The World Is My Bastard
Once I was happy
But now you've left me, and I'm feeling oh so crappy!
Oh no, I thought that I had it mastered
But now I find out the world is my bastard
If I can't see through my depression
Don't let me blow off my head with a gun
That's not much fun
Once we were joyous
But then every little thing seemed to annoy us
Oh no, I thought that I had the answer
But it's just not a good answer
If I can't see through my time of gloom
Don't let me jump right on into my tomb
It's way too soon
I won't tell you a lie
I lie in bed, I cry
You were the precious gift
That I had to shoplift
(Under the stars I'm alone
Ooh every night)
'Cuz you know that I have too
Many sides to
Express
I am a mess!
Won't you just be honest
Don't you want good things upon us?
Now come, now come up to my door
How come, how come we can't have it no more?
And if I can't see through my time of grief
Don't let me bring my own eternal sleep
That's way too deep
I won't tell you a lie
I'll lie in bed, I'll cry
You were the precious gift
I don't want to shoplift
(Oh, with stars I'm alone
Ooh every night)
'Cuz you know that I have to
Many sides to
Express
I am a mess!
Won't you make a promise
We will always make good upon us
Now come, now come up to my door
How come, how come we can't have it no more?
Oh, I don't see why not
But now you've left me, and I'm feeling oh so crappy!
Oh no, I thought that I had it mastered
But now I find out the world is my bastard
If I can't see through my depression
Don't let me blow off my head with a gun
That's not much fun
Once we were joyous
But then every little thing seemed to annoy us
Oh no, I thought that I had the answer
But it's just not a good answer
If I can't see through my time of gloom
Don't let me jump right on into my tomb
It's way too soon
I won't tell you a lie
I lie in bed, I cry
You were the precious gift
That I had to shoplift
(Under the stars I'm alone
Ooh every night)
'Cuz you know that I have too
Many sides to
Express
I am a mess!
Won't you just be honest
Don't you want good things upon us?
Now come, now come up to my door
How come, how come we can't have it no more?
And if I can't see through my time of grief
Don't let me bring my own eternal sleep
That's way too deep
I won't tell you a lie
I'll lie in bed, I'll cry
You were the precious gift
I don't want to shoplift
(Oh, with stars I'm alone
Ooh every night)
'Cuz you know that I have to
Many sides to
Express
I am a mess!
Won't you make a promise
We will always make good upon us
Now come, now come up to my door
How come, how come we can't have it no more?
Oh, I don't see why not
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Writer(s): The Gardes
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