Phantoms کے بول

It's not fair that I have to cater to you It's not fair that I revolve around your world maybe someday you will see the evil way you treated me I'm sick of fixing broken bridges and this is what you get do you have a conscience? what's your problem? why can't we solve this now? there's no purpose for this phantom at our door take it, you can have it I don't want it anymore cause I realize that I can grow up and handle this myself, myself your phantom hell It's not fair that I rearrange to suit you It's not fair that I have to shut my mouth maybe soon you'll have a clue of all the things you put me through I'm sick of crossing burning bridges and this is what you get do you have a conscience? what's your problem? why can't we solve this now? there's no purpose for this phantom at our door take it, you can have it I don't want it anymore cause I realize that I can grow up and handle this myself, myself your phantom hell