Paroles de Little Head

I can dish it out but you know I can't take it When you told me every time That you came that you were faking So I guess I'll never know If I was mackin, yes or no Got a seven foot cut on my foot the day before When you pulled out my glass heart And broke it on the floor I guess I'm gonna go To the house of broken hearts and bloody toes It hurts to think about I got no doubt - I figured out My little head is so shot without you My little head can't hold the thoughts You put inside my mind when you walked out Just a little scratch but it feels like it did When you've fallen off the short bus And landed on your head I felt a little low When you told me where to go Right straight down to hell Cramping up your style But your style ain't cramping me But what you gonna do When you're sleeping with the enemy? I'm always at your show, in the very back row It hurts to think about I got no doubt - I figured out My little head is so shot without you My little head can't hold the thoughts You put inside my mind when you walked out My little head is so shot without you My little head can't hold the thoughts You put inside my mind when you walked out My little head is so shot without you My little head can't hold the thoughts You put inside my mind when you walked out My little head is so shot without you My little head can't hold the thoughts You put inside my mind when you walked out