Riff In Peace

Hey there, are you home?
I know it's late, but I just want you to pick up the phone
It's been a while, how are you? Have you thought of me
I don't wanna fight, but we always seem to disagree

I sit next to the pain
I sit next to the pain

I still see your image when I turn
This undying feeling deep inside really burns
I often wonder why I cry
You never called me back, so you should fucking die

I sit next to the pain
I sit next to the pain

So this is it, and you know why
I realize you wasted everybody's time
Your presence kills all joy in sight
And now I play this fucking song in spite

I sit next to the pain
I sit next to the pain
I sit next to the pain
When you play your fucking games



Credits
Writer(s): Charley Ruegger, Jon Vick, Ross Medine, Will Donaway
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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