Вершы: Gob. Muertos Vivos. Wake Up.

Hey mom, concerned with what I've become
Suicidal maybe, satanic maybe
On drugs, on off and back on
I'm an enigma, I'm pissed off at everything and
Everyone thinks that I'm headstrong
I've been too hard on you far too many times for us to
Go back, forget what's said and what's done
I can't help myself I just need to shake myself and

Wake up, hug kiss and make up
Tell you that I'm sorry and that you shouldn't
Worry about this stuff

Hey love don't let me down
You know I'm lost when you are not around
You tell me lies and put me on
You make me mad enough to kill you in song
And I say words, things that I regret
I get so clumsy when I'm scared, I try to walk away but
I look back, remember where I belong
I can't help myself I just need to kick myself and