Mock - Up

Secondary, secondary self for myself

A devil dog, a close call, somebody else

And your love, your love, your love

It's just a wicked friend and it's time that you're fighting off

Are you scared that I'm dying

Start believing in a secondary, secondary self for myself

Sick pride, a dead heart, somebody else

You wanna get well on your own

But truth to tell, you've been shot to hell

You're all fucking holes

All I ever

Doing things that I'll never tell anybody else

I'm not shooting, I'm not shooting, I'm not playing

I'm here waiting for anybody

Well I guess I'm not playing

Melodrama, it's just me

It's just me

It's your love, it's your love