Fly Off The Handle Once Again And Now It's Too Late
I Hear The Door Slam Shut You've Gone And Now It's So Late
I Can Still Feel The Sting Of Your Hand Accross My Face
Again The Last Thing I Wanted Was To Hurt You
Chorus
Here Im Sitting Alone Again
I Feel I'm Riding The Same Thing Again
And If I Want To I Can Just Shut Up
Now I Know That I've Got
Nothing To Prove To You
Nothing To Prove To You
Nothing To Prove To You
Nothing To Prove To You
And Still I'm Fighting 'Cuz There's
Somthing To Prove To
I Hear Your Car Drive In The Lots It's 3 This Morning
I Don't What To Say Or How To Feel Or Should I Ask
Where Have You Been What Could I Do You're Drunk Im Sorry
Then We Lay Down I Feel So Numb I Wish You'd Kill Me
Fly Off The Handle Once Again And Now It's Too Late
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