Dead On A Sunday - Strange Days

Go Fuck Yourself

Time
Is a precious thing
You never get it back
It's fleeting

Am I
Even me?
I can't really tell
Are you listening?

To this song
When I sing
I wrote every word
And everything

But you can't
Even hear
Through the noise
In your own head

I hope someday
You hear my name
It'll be everywhere
Yeah you'll see

And even then
Will you really care
Because you never did
When I was right there

So just take
Take what you need
You took everything
Except for me

Now what's left
Is the sound
Of a beating heart
That's breaking down

So just go
And fuck yourself
I've really had enough
You need some help

Maybe then
You'll finally see
What you'd given up
When you gave up me

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Writer(s): Ross Ryan Edsall
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