I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own Don't you know I'm no good for you? I've learned to lose you, can't afford to Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin' But nothin' ever stops you leavin' Don't

When the lonely heart breaks It's the one that forsakes It's the dream that we stole And I'm missing you more Than the fire that will roar There's a hole in my soul For you it's goodbye For me it's to cry For whom the bell tolls

My song will carry on And I'll spend my life penning my song, my song Good girls don't make history So I may never be what you assume (it's my song) Don't want your hooks or auto-tune (it's my song) If I'm off-key then that's alright with me (it's my

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

I'll never really find those perfect words For something more than just, good-bye Its hard to remember good times When there is just so much heart ache They deserve more than that. It's is of more than just one single moment of sadness To just remember

It's gonna make it hard to tell you that I'm leaving Now that I know just how much you care You finally gave me one good reason not to go But staying here is my worst fear Last night you gave me a kiss You didn't know it, but I was awake when you did You

It's a cold way to go To the hollow below Well long live all those lies You tell yourself And only the end And only the night But there's no kiss goodbye That you'll be alright You can't give up the ghost

You want to take me to a doctor To talk to me about my mind To try to give directions to some places That I don't really want to find Trouble in me is not related To things that I might say or do I'm really not that complicated Your good doctor friend,

This good hearted woman in love with her good timin' man She's a good hearted woman in love with a good timin' man And she loves him in spite of his ways that she don't understand And through teardrops and laughter they'll pass through this world hand in

Bitch niggas (bitch niggas) That's some good-ass weed Check it out Dawg, this game is a motherfuckin' trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this Man I don't give a fuck