Left Turn

They say you don't ask, well you won't get, but I don't remember wanting anything likethis

I find it so hard to understand all the new rules you write in the sand

Now the weeds are starting to grow, in the crazy paved garden where my fucks used to grow

So I'm done, I'm through, I'm done with this, and I'm done with you Sad truth

I'm saving myself instead of pleasing you

I'm tired of all your ghosting shit, no therapy, you need an exorcist

Don't know why you act this way, but I can't believe a single word you say

And I don't need to be a player in the game to see the red flags flying like a circus

Parade