Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
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Adam Melchor
Adam Melchor
I’m always causin trouble
Picking myself from the rubble
I should go out with a muzzle
Talkin can be such a puzzle
No matter how hard I try
I just can’t find any words that are right
I’m a waste of life
In your eyes
It must’ve been something subtle
Maybe the meaning was double
Gave me no choice for rebuttal
Now i’m just left here befuddled
No matter how hard I try
I just can’t find any words that are right
I’m a waste of life
In your eyes
I’m a waste of life
In your eyes
How can i know how to make things right
If i don’t know what I did wrong?
I’m a waste of life
In your еyes
I’m a waste of life
In your еyes