yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah



i gave you everything

what'd you give to me

a pocket full of empty rings

with diamonds that can sing

the most that i could ever hope

is that you'd start to feel so real



yeah

yeah

yeah



what i want is what you want

but what i want is more

i'm tired of the questions

am i left in scorn

the drugs are my addiction

she's laying on the tiles of my floor



yeah

yeah

yeah



'cause you are my faults

as you are my own

and you built my will

but what i want you can't fucking kill



yeah

yeah

yeah



everyone is not as one

everyone's the same

they're asking for a moment

they're looking out to blame

so am i independent

or am i just playing my own games



yeah

yeah

yeah



'cause you are my faults

as you are my own

and you built my guilt

but when i can you just never will



yeah

yeah

yeah



'cause you are my faults

well you are my own

it's your will in my guilt



yeah

yeah

yeah

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