Yeah — Zwan

yeah yeah yeah

i gave you everything what'd you give to me a pocket full of empty rings with diamonds that can sing the most that i could ever hope is that you'd start to feel so real

yeah yeah yeah

what i want is what you want but what i want is more i'm tired of the questions am i left in scorn the drugs are my addiction she's laying on the tiles of my floor

yeah yeah yeah

'cause you are my faults as you are my own and you built my will but what i want you can't fucking kill

yeah yeah yeah

everyone is not as one everyone's the same they're asking for a moment they're looking out to blame so am i independent or am i just playing my own games

yeah yeah yeah

'cause you are my faults as you are my own and you built my guilt but when i can you just never will

yeah yeah yeah

yeah yeah yeah

'cause you are my faults well you are my own it's your will in my guilt

yeah yeah yeah