My Problem With Thursdays

Duration

3:22

Genres

Rock

Description

Lyrics

not much to say kinda outta my head today is the day you went away don't know myself too well i question my mental health oh well there's not much i could do either way i got no place to stay no room to say what it is i really feel what i conceal, you reveal it maybe i've gone mad but is that so bad??? it's a luxury i've always had got experience falling out my ass from pain you've given in the past your condescending tone always made me feel alone i think you've known i'm tired of mental abuse you use to confuse me when i lose myself (chorus) do you like to see me on edge? pull to see how far i'll stretch... is this amusing to you? can't you find something better to do? you take, i give that's how we live have another sedative no thoughts inside your head got me seeing red take another one of my friends to bed i think you've finally won now that i'm gone you can get it on with everyone all the games you play i say have it your way i won't be there anyway