Testi musica canzoni

You don't say much of anything
When questioned of your whereabouts (your whereabouts)
And I just can't see through the evidence
It's evident
It's right in front of me in black and white and red
And I don't believe in much of anything
I'm glad I have people I call friends
If it was up to me I'd never have to miss you
It's for the better in the bitter end I guess you'd know the best
You have every right to be
This appalled with me
Join the club
I signed up a long time ago and I know how you fell
And when you decked me
You left me knocked out on the floor
I came to bloodied up, but you weren't around
I picked my teeth off the ground like they'd been there before
you don't say much of anything
when questioned of your whereabouts (your whereabouts)
and I just can't see through the evidence
it's evident
it's right fucking there in black and white and red