Johnny Bells Greenhouse — текст песни (Whitmore)

I know she told you everything
Before she finished me
Well you know now that it`s all my fault
Please don`t take it personally
I hate you and you hate me
But maybe we can sort this out

I don`t know what you can say
Your own problems aren`t far away
Maybe you should look at yourself

Don`t stand up
Don`t speak up
Don`t tell me it`s fucked up now, tell me it`ll never end
Don`t stand up
Don`t shoot up
Don`t tell me it`s over now, just tick me to the weekend

I know she took everything
All the ganja I could bring
It`s always the same in the end
You know I`ll never beat on you
Maybe I can see you soon
And maybe we can still be friends