I will go down for my sins, I don't know where i begin
You think I will, but I won't. Tell me now, it's who you know.
It's too much, not enough.
I fuck up everything, and do it over again
I'm saying yes, I mean no. Tell me now, it's who you know.
It's too much, not enough.
My self respect has gone thin, I can't digest anything.
It makes me do what I won't. Sick, sick, sick. It's who you know.
Sick, sick, sick.
There must be some kind of logic.
There must be some kind of heartbreak.
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