(R. Pollard, Mitchell)



I built you up with everything I got

for a little more time to analyze the crime (thought)

and I don't feel hurt now that you don't write

because I'm used to this shit and you tell

me its alright.



And your so right and I'm so wrong

but we could be lonely before too long

And I don't care if the whole things going wrong

because we will be lonely before too long



Just one spark makes a hell of a fire

I'm still wrong but your still a liar