介绍： You know sometimes I think God
Is playing a little game with me
Looking down from heaven laughing
And tryna see how much I can take
Because the way things go, its like a joke.
Nobody's had more shots at the moon and missed than me

Its like I got my life stuck stuck on rewind
Trying to make something of m...

介绍： You know sometimes I think God
Is playing a little game with me
Looking down from heaven laughing
And tryna see how much I can take
Because the way things go, its like a joke.
Nobody's had more shots at the moon and missed than me

Its like I got my life stuck stuck on rewind
Trying to make something of myself life's got something else in mind.
I'm fighting a losing game and I'm biding my time
You wont be my man do I understand? No, stop
I don't want to hear another word about you 'why not's',
I bought your * it all before now you trying to sell me more babe

A man who makes a beast out of himself, got nothing to lose
Sold my soul long ago, nothing left to choose.
I'm tired, tired of singing the blues
I'm tired oooh

I'm walking down the streets you wouldn't know what I was thinking
It's just another white girl day, hey ribbons in my hair, and I am sinking down
A double life a sorted past, and I am drinking now
I want to be bad
You say you were glad to see me shut up
I don't want to know another thing you think you know about me
I'm not who you think I am smiling but I ain't happy

A man who makes a beast out of himself, got nothing to lose
Sold my soul a long ago, nothing I can choose.
I'm tired tired of singing the blues
I'm tired oooh

Ohh my soul forgot, I cant turn off my mind is like a ticking time bomb
Trying to kill me from inside,
I mean day and night
Is there no remedy for memory?

I've felt this way before I've known the depths of desperation
My boyfriend says I'm like an old movie star with loneliness as my occupation
I know that he's right but I don't care tonight
I want to be bad I want to be bad I cant stop
I keep running around the same town knocking you down I'm *
How can I get out when there's nowhere to go for miles around?

A man who makes a beast out of himself, got nothing to lose
Sold my soul long ago, nothing I can choose.
I'm tired tired of singing the blues
Tired oooh

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