Called you so many times today
And I guess it's all true what your girlfriends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six foot ten

I guess you'd call it cowardice
But I'm not prepared to go on like this

I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand, stand losing you

I see you sent my letters back
And my LP-records and they're all scratched
I can't see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say

You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn't make no sense

I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I

Guess this is our last goodbye
You don't care, so I won't cry
You'll be sorry when I die
And all this guilt will be..ahh

I guess you'd call it suicide
And I'm too fucked it's gonna be alright

I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing

*laughing*


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