Desolator Songtext
von Fireside

Oh believe me
I know it aint right to treat you like I do
Oh and believe me
I try so hard to figure out what I should do
But it′s true
I'm brought up this way and I don′t it know any other way And it's not
It's not a matter of putting the blame on someone else
I′ve got to many things inside my head I′m about to collapse
And I guess that if I drink too much
I'll just have to drink some less

It′s not a fantasy
The devil's got a hold of me
And it doesn′t get much lonelier
Than waiting by the phone