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The Worst of Them

Funny how every time you push me away
You turn around and you beg me to stay
Cut down by the things you say
It’s the beating of a broken drum
One of these days, you’ll push me away
Turn around, it’ll be too late
Your love is addictive, I’m trying hard just to quit it
But you’re drowning yourself
You won’t catch your breath until you admit it
Is anybody out there?
I’m dying in a nightmare
You got third degree burns
And now it’s your turn to feel what I feel
And if it don’t hurt, then you know what we got ain’t real
Funny how every time you push me away
You turn around and you beg me to stay
Cut down by the things you say
It’s the beating of a broken drum
One of these days, you’ll push me away
Turn around, it’ll be too late
This love is a monster, it’s eating me alive
Let go of my hand, you don’t give a damn
And it’s killing me inside
You show me no mercy, did God make a mistake?
Put a hole in your heart and then you can start to feel what I feel
And if it don’t hurt, then you know what we got ain’t real
Funny how every time you push me away
You turn around and you beg me to stay
Cut down by the things you say
It’s the beating of a broken drum
One of these days, you’ll push me away
Turn around, it’ll be too late
Where will you go when you’ve refused my benevolence?
It’s funny how every time you push me away
You turn around and you beg me to stay
Every time you push me away
You turn around and you beg me to stay
Cut down by the things you’ve said, but I’ve had enough
Where will you go when you’ve refused my benevolence?
Funny how every time you push me away
You turn around and you beg me to stay
Cut down by the things you say
It’s the beating of a broken drum
One of these days, you’ll push me away
Turn around, it’ll be too late