Testo I Don't Believe You

This isn't something that happened to you. This is something you did to yourself. You sing to the world "I've got oh such horrible luck." There's no coincidence, there's no pity left. ‘Cause I don't believe you. There's nothing left, my heart is cold and broken. The furniture stacked by the door. This is not a house, this is not a home anymore. There is no other, you just know that it's not me. I've been keeping track. Yeah, I've been listening and I don't believe you