Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charley Beck
Songwriter
Richard Vasquez
Songwriter
Texty
You told me that you love me, oh, but that was so long ago
You gave me the keys to your house, now you're always on your phone
How did we become strangers, three months and you turned so cold
Now my heart is breaking, you're just someone I used to know
I just want my love back, my love back now
I'm so sick of you, I don't know what to do
I'm so sick of you, I'm so sick of you, and all the things you do
I'm so sick of you, I don't know what to do
I'm so sick of you
Every time you call me, you only ever do when you're alone
And every time I call you, you just reply right to the phone
I'm tired of second guessing every little thing
Cause when I do, yeah, I get sick, I get sick of you
I'm asking should I stay or go, cause you don't give a fuck unless you're on your own
I'm tired of the lying and the faking, I say that I'm happy but I hate it
I tell myself that you'll change, I ask my friends if I'm to blame
Everything was perfect, and now we're just a dying flame
I just want some love back, some love back now
Give me the love back now
Cause I'm so sick of you, I don't know what to do
I'm so sick of you
I'm so sick of you
And all the things you do
I'm so sick of you, I don't know what to do
I'm so sick of you
Every time you call me, you only ever do when you're alone
And every time I call you, you just reply right to the phone
I'm tired of second guessing every little thing
Cause when I do, yeah, I get sick, I get sick of you
Sick of you
Give me all my love back, my love back now
Written by: Charley Beck, Richard Vasquez