August
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You turn me off by the push of a button,
Then you pretend that I don't mean nothing.
I'm not a saint, that's easy to tell,
But guess what, baby, you ain't no angel.
You like to scream these words as a weapon,
Well go ahead, take your best shot.
I wanna leave you, it's easy to see,
But guess what, baby, it's not that easy.
I wanna run & escape from your prison,
But when I leave I feel like something is missing.
I'm not afraid, that's easy to tell.
This can't be heaven,
It feels like I'm in hell.
You're like a drug that I can't stop taking.
I want more & I can't stop craving.
I still want you, it's easy to see,
But guess what, baby, you're not that good for me..
Then you pretend that I don't mean nothing.
I'm not a saint, that's easy to tell,
But guess what, baby, you ain't no angel.
You like to scream these words as a weapon,
Well go ahead, take your best shot.
I wanna leave you, it's easy to see,
But guess what, baby, it's not that easy.
But when I leave I feel like something is missing.
I'm not afraid, that's easy to tell.
This can't be heaven,
It feels like I'm in hell.
You're like a drug that I can't stop taking.
I want more & I can't stop craving.
I still want you, it's easy to see,
But guess what, baby, you're not that good for me..
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