September by Alex McQuade Lyrics

I think it’s time i try
To let little words slip by
My side
I think it’s time i
I let it all go
Go

I’m a sucker for your games
I fall into your deep dark hole
And i let it hurt me again and again
Cuz secretly love to complain

You’ve got me all figured out
A twisted puzzle youve gutted called doubt
I’m just a fool for your pity laughs
I shouldn’t take it serious but it feels like an attack

Your nosy and invading
But i live for the pain
Your evil yet inviting
So what am i supposed to say
I let it all go
You know
We’ve both been here before
Let it all go
Oh

I’m a sucker for your games
I fall into your deep dark hole
And i let it hurt me again and again
Cuz secretly love to complain

I secretly love to complain
I secretly love to be hated
I secretly love to frame you
For my own self pity
My own self pity yeah

Youve got me all figured out
And you know what i’m gonna do next
Now all i want is to catch you off guard
So i can be worthy, but it’s getting too damn hard

Your painfully right
But i want you to be wrong
You put up your fight
But to me it’s the same song
I let it all go
I let you go
I let it all

Maybe i’m too childish
And too young for you to take me serious
But the facts are hard to deny, you’re delirious
You’re stupid to believe that i care

I let your words go
I let it all
(maybe your right)
GO