Somedays, I used to fall, far, far below
You'd come by, and help me regain my flow
Whenever you're near me, I can't feel low
You were the glow, I'd always turn to
Me and you, we were stuck, like glue (what did I do?)
Now, who are you? I have no clue (what did I do)
My thoughts are blue, I think it's 'cause of you
Babe' I just wanna know
What did I do?
To you, for you to hate my guts
I'm blue, I'm through, babe, I'm begging you to
Give Me a Chance
Babe, I'm trembling here, just
Give Me a Chance
Or, are you sick to death of me?
I try so hard, sometimes for nothing
I fight, in pride, by your side
So
Why do you fucking hate me?
What did I do, to make you play me
How could you fucking fake me?
Babe, are you just sick to death of me?
Sometimes, we'd publicly announce (I have a gun)
Sometimes, I'd even pull it out (I have a gun)
Sometimes, we'd use it on someone (I have a gun)
For no apparent reason (gun, gun, gun, gun)
Babe, I miss those days, and all the mischief
All the havoc is bliss, for me, and the big, big bee, that came out of a tree
(Gun, gun)
I have a gun, and so does the big, big bee, that came out of a tree
I have a gun
(He has a gun, he has a gun)
(He has a gun, he has a gun)
(He has a gun, he has a gun)
(Gun, gun, gun)
Why do you fucking hate me?
What did I do, to make you play me
How dare you fucking fake me?
Babe, are you just sick to death of me?