RUN OUT OF TIME

We have run out of time,
Smoked our last dime,
Life has lost its shine,
I'm not feeling fine.

Once we loved,
We traded it in,
Got hooked on the drugs,
Only brings sin.

I'm the bastard,
You the bitch,
We married once,
But its drugs we hitched.

I want to tear up the world,
Kick some fucking ass,
But we did this together,
Lets leave it in the past.

We have run out of time,
Smoked our last dime,
Life has lost its shine,
I'm not feeling fine.

So leave me the fuck alone.......good-bye



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