Ed’s song
I’m sick of fighting
This sense of lying
You kind of fucked me up
We kind of fucked each-other up so
I’ll take that bullet
Or any other bullet
That you want me to take
Shit that’s probably a mistake
Oh man
I don't get the games you try to play
But i’m okay
I’m just that way
In the end
I’m used to dream it
I miss that fake shit more than what we really had
I guess the truth is
We were really sad