IRC-Galleria

What goes around comes around

You should know that

Don't want to think about it... Don't want to talk about it... I'm just so sick about it...

You spend your nights alone
And she never comes home
And every time you call she
All you get's a busy tone
I heard you found out
That she's doing to you
What you did to me
Ain't that the way it goes

You know What goes around, Comes all the way back around!

But boy I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy SO don`t call me

Now i want somebody To cure the lonely nights
I wish i had somebody That could come and make it right <3