Desolater

Desolater
Oh believe me
i know it ain't right to treat you like i do
oh and believe me
i try so hard to figure out what i should do
but it's true
i'm brought up this way and i don't it know any other way
and it's not
it's not a matter of putting the blame on someone else
i've got to many things inside my head i'm about to collapse
and i guess that if i drink too much
i'll just have to drink some less
it's not a fantasy
the devil's got a hold of me
and it doesn't get much lonelier
than waiting by the phone