Untie my hands. Well I'll find another lady, and you'll wreck another man. It's over now, yeah and so are we. My blood's turned to dirt girl, you broke every part of me. And I'm tired of making friends, and I'm tired of making time, And I'm sick to death of love, and I'm sick to death of trying. And it's easier for you, yeah it's easier for you. And it's easier for you, yeah it's easier for you. There would be no great music without stupid f#%ing c#nts. [hairGel] :eddie: :bfc:
