I am sick of her attacks
Cant help but Ive fallen back
I believe in what she says
I rent space in her head
She has eyes made for crying
When she cant lie to get approved
Lost time and far removed
Cant afford to keep it used
Im getting ready to lose
She has eyes made for crying
When she hits those hits are so hard
Weeping is her first playing card
And I believe she believes
In what she says
This is my last time in her head
