Desolator

                                  Oh believe me 

I know it ain't right to treat you like I do

Oh and believe me

I try so hard to figure out what I should do

but it's true

I'm brought up this way and I don't it know any other way

And it's not

It's not a matter of putting the blame on someone else



I've got to many things inside my head I'm about to collapse

And I guess that if I drink too much 

I'll just have to drink some less

It's not a fantasy

the devil's got a hold of me

and it doesn't get much lonelier

than waiting by the phone