I fill a complain In my mail post Next to Mary at hotel Piece of physical spender I checked my email Five days since I was last required You asked if I've been killing time And why I shit my hand? These days, I'm talking like To an empty house basement, so I Though, why's this feels so wrong? Arrives through the grown And standing on the time-on ♪ We got nowhere The neither called you But I was outside of the board With same reason, waiting I spent the whole night Playing Portal Fortress Know when you were flocks of ray And knowing I was too These days, I'm talking rude Just to hear the sound first from ears Then, why's this feels so wrong? My wife soon overcome In sanctimony, time was fast spent Years to come Then, why's this feels so wrong? Waiting for my turn Crying from my phone ♪ If I spent years alone Then, why's this feels so wrong? Waiting for my turn Crying from my phone