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I'm so mad at myself
For giving in to what I want, never again
That feeling we felt
We called it love, you called it off
And I never been so mad at myself
I got this old girl I know she's trying to play me
She's like a Honda, these days I drive Mercedes
She's a killer, try to get inside my head
Try to give her wine and bread
But she prefers the blood I bled
Playing chess ain't no way I'm gonna fight fair
She's playing tricks like the vixen in my nightmares
-Mad at myself
Issues
Cause I love this song so much, and I know that feel