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Make sure you point your finger at me Make sure you know just how horrible I am to you No wait, make it a gun yea Yeah that seems far more appropriate It's my song, I'll say what I want to I was caught in your headlights And now I wish I wish I was hit I've done my share of crawling I'm sick of it I'm sick of payment Yea I'm pretty good at talking to walls yea You're so ignorant And it seems like my voice is dying Well let's say I'm dead in the hallway Would you even bother to pick me up? No don't even waste time trying I was caught in your headlights And now I wish I wish I was hit SongtexteI've done my share of crawling I'm sick of it I'm sick of payment And yea I'm better off with her Yea she seems more different And I'm not sure on what to call it And yea she's pretty good at this one thing I think it's called caring Oh it's something you should try more often Baby you're so close This is what you get Make sure you point your finger at me Make sure you know just how horrible I am to you No wait, make it a gun yea That seems far more appropriate It's my song, I'll say what I want to (Thanks to Kaitlin for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania