Call me bitter
Call me twisted,
Watching someone else start
What I could of finished
Do you know how messed up that is?
Watching them make you laugh just like I did
Watching them do it right
When I fell short
Now how is that justice at all?
Tell me I'm not wrong
Tell me there's one more song before the lights go down
Tell me you want me around
Call me blatant
Call me a liar
Watching someone else fan our fire
Now extinguished
Do you know how hurtful that is?
Watching them make you laugh just like I did
Watching them do it right
When I fell short
Now how is that justice at all?
Tell me I'm not wrong
Tell me there's one more song before the lights go down
Tell me you want me around
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Frankie Martinelli
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