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Called me last week and said you're proud of me How would I know the monster that you're 'bout to be? Scrolling through, see a text that I should never see I'm not lying when I said that you're dead to me So fuck you, I hope you rot in Hell I know you never cared, but I'm still doing well I got a lotta stories now that I'll never tell And I hope you never see the light of day in a cell So fuck you, I hope you rot in Hell I know you never cared, but I'm still doing well I got a lotta stories now that I'll never tell And I hope you never see the light of day in a cell Oh, oh, oh My bad, upset I missed your call You got your arms out to save me You hoping that I don't fall again But it's too hard (Too hard, too hard) To fall for you again I try to be nice to you And I have the right to prove That I won't be good for you Conversation was overdue I try to be nice to you SongtexteAnd I have the right to prove That I won't be good for you Conversation was overdue So fuck you, I hope you rot in Hell I know you never cared, but I'm still doing well I got a lotta stories now that I'll never tell And I hope you never see the light of day in a cell So fuck you, I hope you rot in Hell I know you never cared, but I'm still doing well I got a lotta stories now that I'll never tell And I hope you never see the light of day in a cell Aus Songtexte Mania