Stress

You think your head's achin', I'm not finished yet I won't be mistaken, how soon you forget Take back what you said and I'll spare you pain Then you can spare me all your fuckin' lies I can't wait to get away I ask you twenty more times, Don't you hear a thing? Your testing my patience again, Careful for your sake Take a walk with me there, and I'll show you pain But who said you can open up your mouth I can't wait to get away Thoughts are pissed away And for a minute I couldn't swallow Thoughts are pissed away And for a minute I couldn't swallow If you think that I'm the one who'll be here Come tomorrow think again In time I'll be here, Not waiting for you anymore I love you anyway, is it so rare that I've been Sleeping with the dead --- Stress - Godsmack