There goes the alarm Now he gotta getcha And there goes the alarm ringing in my head Like somebody said, "don't you trust him, no" Texting from his ex, what did you expect? Now you're lying here knowing where he goes Karma is a bitch, yeah Same way that

I'm over my head Oh but it sure feels nice Your mood is like a circus wheel You're changing all the time Sometimes I can't help but feel That I'm wasting all of my time But it sure feels nice You can take me to paradise And then again you can be as cold

I pick my poison and it's you Nothing could kill me like you do You're going straight to my head But nothing ever gets me high like this And I'm heading straight for the edge Bittersweet ecstasy that you got me in Falling deep I can't sleep tonight And

There goes the alarm Now he gotta getcha And there goes the alarm ringing in my head Like somebody said, "don't you trust him, no" Texting from his ex, what did you expect? Now you're lying here knowing where he goes Karma is a bitch, yeah Same way that

Dum-dum-da-da-da-da, dum-dum-da-da-da You're in my head like I'm not in love, it's just a game we do I tell myself I'm not that into you But I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three And now it's hard to breathe You're on my mind like a song that I

I'm so miserable without you it's almost like you're here I wake up in the mornin' in a lonely ice and bed Thinkin' 'bout the nightmare that just played in my head I think of all the things I miss Like moments that we share a kiss so dear I search your

My iron lung If you're frightened You can be frightened Faith, you're driving me away You do it everyday You don't mean it but it hurts like hell My brain says I'm receiving pain A lack of oxygen from my life support We're too young to fall asleep

Turn your face Walk away until you're not standing at my door Turn your face, walk away and stay In my memory, all the small things, like daggers in my mind In my memory, while my head bleeds, the words I'll never find That I always meant to say to you I

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

You're just like all the bitches I know I know, I know Why do you know all the bitches I know? Monsta's gon’ tear it up All she ever wanted was my heart to hurt No attachments, just a Gucci purse She know I'm mad rich, she think I'm usin’ her My diamonds