Desolater — текст песни (Fireside)

Oh believe me
I know it aint right to treat you like I do
Oh and believe me
I try so hard to figure out what I should do
but it`s true
I`m brought up this way and I don`t it know any other way
And it`s not
It`s not a matter of putting the blame on someone else
I`ve got to many things inside my head I`m about to collapse
And I guess that if I drink too much
I`ll just have to drink some less

It`s not a fantasy
the devil`s got a hold of me
and it doesn`t get much lonelier
than waiting by the phone