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I can dish it out but you know I can't take it When you told me every time that you came that you were faking So I guess I'll never know If I was mackin', yes or no Got a seven foot cut on a foot the day before When you pulled out my glass heart and broke it on the floor Yeah I guess I'm gonna go To the house of broken hearts and bloody toes It hurts to think about I've got no doubt I figured out Chorus: My little head is so shot without you My little head can't hold the thoughts you Put inside my mind when you walked out Just a little scratch but it feels like you're dead When you're falling off the short bus and landing on your head Yeah I felt a little low, when you told me where to go (right straight down to hell) Crampin' up your style but your style ain't crampin' me What ya gonna do when you're sleepin' with the enemy I'm always at your show (I'm on the very back row) It hurts to think about I've got no doubt I've figured out Songtexte (Chorus) On my mind You're on my mind (Chorus) Aus Songtexte Mania