Another Joe
Cherry Bomb
Sat around thought about it I don't need you anymore
I tried to keep it but you just leave it & you throw it out the Door the one I met you at ten thousand times before you killed me
Slow to kill I sit still Today is more fucked up than I can remember back when the days were fun
But I still want to do something with you
But I won't make any of this come true
My new theory always helps me pull right through
From Letras Mania