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I'm tired of pretending to you like everything's okay and I'm tired of you pretending that way So don't ask me how I feel when you know perfectly well what the answer is Cos I got a sick throat and I got a sick heart Yeah, I got a sick throat and I got a sick heart I'm tired of feeling the way that I do and everything's not okay And I'm tired of feeling this way So don't ask me if I'm all right when you know that tonight was ruined by you Cos I got a sick heart, I got a sick throat, and I don't think it'll ever go And I got half a tank, and I got half a mind to say fuck it all and take back my time So don't ask me don't as me how I feel when you know perfectly well what the answer is . . . . . . what the answer is, Don't ask me what the answer is, cos you know. |
