Skin
Burnt Like You
You'll always be a born
Worn out loser
Still blaming all of us
For your bad choosing No I can't watch the same mistake
Waiting for the boys to turn out straight
No I can't run the same dog race
And get burnt like you You're swollen in the gut
From all those last nights
Still swinging vodka punches
That don't land right
From Letras Mania