I can't waist my time with you
I can't decide what am I supposed to do and
I can't decide what am I supposed to do and
(Chorus)
I get softer, I get softer...
TV spokes to me some words are kind
The, the girls that like me talk just stupid lies
You don't care about me and now you miss
Go get a job redudant fucker narcisist
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