Paroles
Come on life, I mean, give me a little more
Behind my back, that singer is stabbing
And what gives here? My karma is begging
What is it I did to deserve this?
It's scratching and without words
I'm blinking out the madness that surges into my throat
When I think of what she wrote to you right after
I went, and I told her how much I loved you
And how afraid I was for us
'Cause one key opens my front door
The same key opens my back door
No space or time is ever gonna work here
When all I see you say is, you think it's gonna get better
Well, I don't think that it is, right now it's just tough
But you have to live away from what was us
With false regard for my well-being
All that time behind my back
Sneaking around with somebody I thought was my friend
It's come on life, I mean, give me a little more
Behind my back, that singer is stabbing
Everybody be on the lookout 'cause there is a singer
And she is out here and she is stabbing
Yeah, yeah, yeah
