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