Back To Me

I sit there on my weak days, think of you

And I hate it cause I feel this type of blue

When I think I finally see your point of view

I hate it, I hate it

Cause it’s so pathetic to dream about you

And it’s such a headache to think about you

Yea I’m such a menace to think I could get you back

That you’d come back to me, that you’d come right back to me

That you’d come back to me, that you’d come right back to me

The deeper that I sink into this hole