Testo You To Me

Who are you to speak?
I need you more than ever
No! Don't turn you're back
It's not like you to cry

I've had enough
Chronic cleaning
Yeah, of little faith Wash my hands again

Chorus: You give a fuck about tomorrow
But what of our today?
Why? Waste it with sorrow
It's not your game to play

No! I see that you've done it
You're not what I believed
How? Blinded with a casket
I see I've been deceived

Dumb fuck inferences
What is not hear means nothing
Live among the dead I asked you not to cry

Now is not enough
Cockeyed development
What plot? I don't see
You took a star away from me

I don't need you!

Fuck you
Sorry
It's not my fault

You will
Never
See past my few wrongs

To late for tomorrow
But what about today?