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You called up and woke me
Now I'm pissed off
I've given you everything it's not enough
(your head's in the oven the gas is turned off)
Regrets (Deaths) overrated
you just need some rest
It's not my problem if you're so depressed
and you say
Its all about you and your pain
I'm so sick of hearing
about your tortured life
what are you hiding inside ?
It's four in the morning you knock on my door
You're looking for sympathy I've got no more
You bring on your problems, that's what its about
Just look me up when you sort your self out
