These foolish foolish
Thoughts
Why don they go away
They fill me with doubt
And I dig my own grave
So I cry cry cry
And feel sorry for myself
All I wanna do is get high...
That's all
And t dig my own grave
I don't get it I just don't understand because we talked about it
We talked and talked you said you weren't that kind of man oh it
Makes me feel sick makes me weak in the heart and I don't
Know what to do because where am I supposed to get my
Strength you are a bad bad had bad bad boy you used to make
Me feel good you made my day an