Song parody of
Without You
by Nunz
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Feel like my heart is doubting, it's on the ground and bleeding
I wanna talk about it, to try find the reason
Feel like it's open season, you're overage and dreaming
Go get yours ass in line bitch get back to people pleasing
I swear these bitches miss me, if they don't ever get me
Some friends are like the romans, fade into ancient history
But you can count on me to, keep on until I lose it
My body's incidental, my life is made of music
God willin, I'm still going
I'm so sick of, still not knowin
Where I'm goin but, I'll take it
Without you my life, is vacant
So scale me up about a thousand levels
I wanna share with you my angels and my twisted devils
I know that you was feelin lonely when you plugged the phone in
I'm sorry all I have to give you is my zombie moanin
An offering to the people, I'll let you see me cry
I'll be the scarecrow to your demons when my body dies
And all I'm askin in exchange is all I ever wanted
So do we write it down in blood or are we shakin on it
God willin, I'm still going
I'm so sick of, still not knowin
Where I'm goin but, I'll take it
Without you my life, is vacant
My mind is made of voices I don't really trust
A carrot on a stick I'm reachin for but never touch
A mask made of distractions so I never look away
And then something underneath it all to sit and watch the play
I figured I would try to give the guy his moneys worth
I see nobody livin figured I would be the first
So plug and play me coach I just wanna see the top
Then we can sing the song and do the dance until we drop
Feel like my heart is doubting, it's on the ground and bleeding
I wanna talk about it, to try find the reason
Feel like it's open season, you're overage and dreaming
Go get yours ass in line bitch get back to people pleasing
I swear these bitches miss me, if they don't ever get me
Some friends are like the romans, fade into ancient history
But you can count on me to, keep on until I lose it
My body's incidental, my life is made of music
God willin, I'm still going
I'm so sick of, still not knowin
Where I'm goin but, I'll take it
Without you my life, is vacant
So scale me up about a thousand levels
I wanna share with you my angels and my twisted devils
I know that you was feelin lonely when you plugged the phone in
I'm sorry all I have to give you is my zombie moanin
An offering to the people, I'll let you see me cry
I'll be the scarecrow to your demons when my body dies
And all I'm askin in exchange is all I ever wanted
So do we write it down in blood or are we shakin on it
God willin, I'm still going
I'm so sick of, still not knowin
Where I'm goin but, I'll take it
Without you my life, is vacant
My mind is made of voices I don't really trust
A carrot on a stick I'm reachin for but never touch
A mask made of distractions so I never look away
And then something underneath it all to sit and watch the play
I figured I would try to give the guy his moneys worth
I see nobody livin figured I would be the first
So plug and play me coach I just wanna see the top
Then we can sing the song and do the dance until we drop
