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I wanna see my baby but she always screens her callsIt's been too many days since I talked to her at allLast thing I heard she went to see her exJealousy's fingers creeping 'round my neckI can feel her lips for hours as I daze through the dayHer touch a constant presence as I wait for her pageOf course it never comes another late night mopeToday's depression, tomorrow's hopeNew day Old loveNew crush Old painNew drink Old newsLooking for security dyed and lewdSick of psychos stealing my heart maybe they're just my fateSick of love crammed down my throat (bitterness turns to hate) Aus Songtexte Mania