Calling You Out

I can't take back the bottles I drank
The words I said, my mind displayed
If I can go back and take my time
And take from you which was once was mine
She made her way, ya, through the town
Yet a single foot didn't touch the ground
I was told that this would hurt
But who would have thought that love was worse

You spoon fed me lies
I'm sure that I ate every bite
And now I'm far from all right

I can't help but hate you
After all the things you put me through
I just wanna feel normal again
And wipe the blood clean off my hands
You're makin it hard to be myself
After all this time I'm still in hell
Catch a cold, or something worse
That will make you leave in hearse



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Writer(s): Preston Budd
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