The damage is done Oh yeah, oh yeah All these scars which bear my name, yeah My eyes are wide, ain't nothing's the same, yeah I tried to run, but the damage is done, yeah I paved this road I broke myself in two This I know Up and down, In between

Don't have to stand there and burn inside, oh oh oh If you don't like it No, you don't have to wear your best fake smile And you don't have to care, so don't pretend Nobody needs a best fake friend, oh oh oh Don't hide it If you don't need it She's

The worst pain that I ever had In too deep, can't think about giving it up But I never knew love would feel like a heart attack It's killing me, swear I never cried so much Oh wo-oh, never never never knew love (Oh wo-oh) Would hurt this f***in' bad

Oh oh, oh oh She loves in stereo Big stage, bright light, short love, long night I should know 'cause I've seen it before Her favorite colors be platinum and gold I think I gotta let her go, she only loves in stereo She's a fast love professional Crafty,

Ooh, gold, woah When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold (Ooh, gold, woah Ooh, gold, woah) (Who can you trust) First comes the blessing of all that

There’s nothing left to say now oh oh I’m giving up, giving up he he Giving up now I keep fallin’, I keep fallin’ down We fall, we falling But I keep pushing on and on and on and on Bumba rumba rum awh awh Who knows how long? I've been awake now

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Our hearts, our souls Are shallow empty holes We sing this anthem for us all We're so fucked up Oh God, we're so alone Let's go, go, go, go We sing this anthem for us all, all, all, all We are the lost souls, we are the lost souls

All of the things that I did back then When the lights go out and I'm in my bed I think of all the madness in my head oh Oh when I'm in my bed I think of all the memories I've had oh Ay, in my apartment a long time ago I knew a bad bitch, but she was

Where my dogs at? One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the

The money and the fame make a monster Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Feelin' so good, might smoke somethin' (Ayy) Hit it so good, might choke somethin' (Ayy) Might pull out, the game so weak Fuck it, you can go and have