I was at show backstage untying my shoes
There was your friend from wireimage standing beside her was you
And Nigo told me don't do it my nice image would go into fumes
The head without the ears heard it so you end up in my room
Textin me a 100 times
Callin me a 100 times
Hope it is not you this time
Damn I gotta change my line
Textin me you're gonna die
Call the psychiatric line
Friends and family should know why
Report it and says it crime
I bet you heard this song wanna know what I'm talkin bout You! [x3]
In the frustrating nights emails that evoke tears
I like you I like you I love you I think I'm dying
?? asked me for your email address she said she'd take it from here
She said she'd tried to walk you through the picture but for you nothing is clear
Now she too is frustrated and damn that's been a year
Textin me a 100 times
Callin me a 100 times
Hope it is not you this time
Damn I gotta change my line
Textin me you're gonna die
Call the psychiatric line
Friends and family should know why
Report it and says it crime
I bet you heard this song wanna know what I`m talkin bout You! [x3]
As you listen to this song
I hope your thought process evolves
Its not your reasoning that's wrong
Its that deep down everything is gone
The place is empty no lights on
Instead happiness you'll be sprawled
Across the face of your hearts wall
But you'll press pause and you'll just call....
I bet you heard this song wanna know what I`m talkin bout You! [x3]
You!
You!