Twisted

I’ve been fucked up I have been twisted I am not too sure I’m committed I am on your thoughts I am not sitting I won’t leave no I’ll keep living Buried my thoughts in a casket Brush the dust off and look past it Act like nothing ever happened Group em all up and bin them These are all the things on my bed I’ve got to put them to rest I’ll admit I am not at my best But I’ll confess I’ve been fucked up I have been twisted I’m not too sure I’m committed I am on your thoughts I am not sitting I won’t leave no I’ll keep living I’ve been fucked up I have been twisted I’m not too sure I am committed Oh I might of said that Doesn’t mean I mean it You’ve got kisses on your neck Doesn’t mean I don’t mean… There are three letter words That I wanna say But i’m not too sure That I feel that way And I see kisses on your neck Coming from my mouth Playing all these games That I don’t know about Don’t be dependant Just try a little harder Inside your head to make things sound quieter You’ll find peace in time when you’re all alone But the fact is you’re surrounded by hearts outside of home I’ve been fucked up I have been twisted I am not too sure I am committed I I might of said that Doesn’t mean I mean it You’ve got kisses on your neck Doesn’t mean I don’t mean… I have been fucked up I have been twisted I am not too sure I am committed I I might of said that Doesn’t mean I mean it You’ve got kisses on your neck Doesn’t mean I don’t mean…