Waste
So I knew you were fakin
About your dreams
Because when your`e wakin
Everything`s what it seems
I know you`ve got roses
You wanta throw on my grave
But all the time you
You can`t see doves reign
Oh, doesn`t it hurt
To see me reachin
Words and excuses lame
While it`s time for leavin
So mama don`t hit the fruit jar
I`d rather see ya hit me
Just cause you go too far
And I`ll lose what`s real
You`ll turn out fine babe
Like father like son
I was wasted at the forkroads
I`mжЉ¦ too old to run
Oh, doesn`t it hurt
To see me reachin
Words and excuses lame
While it`s time for bleedin
So if it`s pity I need
Or rejection I bleed
Cause I never
Cause I never
Cause I never
Asked for nothing
Yea, So mama don`t hit the fruit jar
I`d rather see ya hit me
Just cause you go too far
And I`ll lose what`s real
Oh, doesn`t it hurt
To see me reachin
Words and excuses lame
While it`s time for bleedin