Old habbits die hard,
Why do I have to act,
Like a little boy,
When it comes to you,
I can't help but love you,
I can't help but hate you,
I'm battered and bruised,
So deeply confused,
I'll always stay the same,
I do want to be with you,
But I'll always stay the same,
Just to keep myself sane,
You can't have it your way,
I'm in the middle of a breakdown,
Watching you dream,
In the middle of a breakdown,
Dreaming of me,
I guess…
…Old habbits die hard,
Why do I have to act,
Like a little boy,
When it comes to you,
Mind you…
… You can't have it your way,
I'm in the middle of a breakdown,
Watching you scream,
In the middle of a breakdown,
Screaming at me,
By Jay Basey © 2007
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