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Låttexter: Have Fun Dying. Is This Infatuation, Or Am I Just Horny?.

I miss her goddamnit
It's so hard to let go of this charade
My parade is rained out and I'm drowin'
You were my escape

From this place
That I hate
That I frequent far too often
And the smile on your face
Has been replaced by a fake expression
she said

"I've been missin' you somethin' awful
You never come around anymore"
I told her she was kind of a whore, now she left
Now I'm here all alone

I miss her goddamint
I'm so lost when I'm thinkin' for myself
I'm so angry that I let it slip away
You were my escape

From the trenches that I've dug
In a lonely washed up memory
And the girls that I once knew
Are makin' love to all my enemies
I said

"I've been missin' you somethin' awful
You never come around anymore"
I told her she was kind of a whore, now she left
Now I'm here all alone
Have Fun Dying