Come On Life

Come on life, I mean, give me a little more

Behind my back, that singer is stabbing

And what gives here, my karma is begging

What is it I did to deserve this

It's scratching, and without words I'm blinking out the

Madness that surges into my throat

When I think of what she wrote to you, right after

I went and I told her how much I loved you and how afraid

I was for us

One key opens my front door, the same key opens my back

Door

No space or time is ever going to work here, when all I

See you say is that you think it's going to get better

Well I don't think that it is, right now it's just tough

But you have to live away from what was us

With false regard for my well-being

All that time behind my back Sneaking around with someone

I though was my friend

So come on life, I mean, give me a little more

Behind my back, that singer is stabbing

Everybody be on the lookout because there is a singer and

She is out here and she is stabbing

Yeah, yeah, yeah