Xilla

Childish thoughts, from a childish mind You're a tool, I've been unkind I can tell, yes I can see You have had enough of me In front of everyone Your a loser, and I'm no fun You ever felt the comfort In the barrel of a gun? I can tell, yes I can see You have had enough of me Crybaby (Had enough, had enough, had enough) Crybaby (Had enough, had enough, had enough) Cry What would I be, without you boy What would have I become I feel it low Low down in my bones, My bones they are so cold I don't wanna go Feel you wanna leave Get some room to breathe, I can tell that You have had enough of me You have had enough of me You have had enough of me Crybaby (Had enough, had enough, had enough) Crybaby (Had enough, had enough, had enough) Cry What would I be, without you boy What would have I become You ever think that I, will ever owe to you After anything you have ever showed to me And now you wanna dance Well show me both your hands I cant, no way