Lies
By: Every Dying Day
Duration
3:36
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Lyrics
Is this what you are waiting for, a little piece of something more, I'm the one who likes suicide, and I'm the one who can't get it right, on my way home baby. I'm on my way Dont try to run away, its complicated everyday pick you up around overtime,'turn you on again, on my way home baby. Now pick your pieces off the floor, and dont coming running back no more vicodin on overdrive, chop it up get it all inside on my way home baby. lies, are killing me I said all your lies, like a disease, and it's all because. you wont let me (go) 4x I'm not gonna let you run away, not gonna let you not gonna let you run away, not gonna let you (I, Dont, Love)