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You were like a mirror Standing right in front of me Chasing women, risking everything You gamble money just to get over A pint of liquor Were you ever sober You could've had all of me But you gave me nothing No point in falling apart When you were never there for The sick days What about the sick days Couldn't get a hold of you No one had control of you Coke on a switchblade What about the sick days What about the sick days, yeah Even when you cleaned it up You didn't even give a fuck to visit on the sick days Trojan horses breaking down the walls Wrap us in gold, don't let us fall Doctor in the hall won't pick up the phone You never loved me at all Letras de cancionesHow could you You could have all of me But you gave me nothing No point in falling apart When you were never there for The sick days What about the sick days Couldn't get a hold of you No one had control of you Coke on a switchblade What about the sick days What about the sick days, yeah Even when you cleaned it up You didn't even give a fuck to visit on the sick days From Letras Mania