Desolater
Oh believe me
I know it aint right to treat you like I do
Oh and believe me
I try so hard to figure out what I should do
but itâ"š¬â"ž¢s true
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m brought up this way and I donâ"š¬â"ž¢t it know any other way
And itâ"š¬â"ž¢s not
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s not a matter of putting the blame on someone else
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ve got to many things inside my head Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m about to collapse
And I guess that if I drink too much
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢ll just have to drink some less
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s not a fantasy
the devilâ"š¬â"ž¢s got a hold of me
and it doesnâ"š¬â"ž¢t get much lonelier
than waiting by the phone