Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something special But you don't mean nothing to me Girl, I'm sorry you not the one for me Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you We don't like gold

I've got to ride that lonesome train My heart is heavy with aches and pain But someday, someday baby, after awhile you'll be sorry Everyday my clouds are gray Winds change, it'll roll all my clouds away But someday, someday after awhile you'll be sorry

Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here oh oh oh I ask myself what am I doing here? Oh oh oh here oh oh oh here And I can't wait till we can break up outta here Oh oh oh oh oh oh (I guess right now you've got the last laugh) I'm sorry if I seem uninterested Or I'm

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

I could have been a better brother I can't apologize forever For everything that isn't me I could have been a better lover I could have been a better son I could have been a better man I'm sorry for the pain I caused you And all the worries that I gave

Strange, talk about luck I woke up And, the sun was shining Strange, I ought a be in bed with my head In the pillow cryin' over us But I ain't, ain't love I laid there feeling sorry for myself In a bed of Kleenex Stuffin' chocolates in my mouth

A toi d'exister Seul, face à la nuit Maybe you were right But baby I was lonely Laisse le destin l'emporter Quand ton coeur éclate I'm standing in the street Crying out for you I don't know why

You hold your halo up with horns That's not an insult I don't know where to put my sorry's You're running laps around my mind How could you leave me on this tightrope? And I feel nothing when it storms You know you're killing me with silence You only

Who do I feel sorry for? I see your pretty face, Smashed against the bathroom floor! What a disgrace! Smashed and raped! Not again. this is a real crime. What a pretty face. So, so loud Wait, but I don't realize.