Caprice

Put me right through the ringer Run around with eyes on whatever Cut right down to half a member Mended back given no hope Scheming minds, new intentions Leave it broke flat begging for more You’ve made up your mind Whatever comes to your head Can never rely (on nothing) Everything points to the wrong direction Everything leading to any early decline Can’t take this any longer I’ll tell you right now Hate’s on the rise Just can’t deal with anymore wavering Can’t fit into anyone’s lies Take your eyes to a brand new picture Reach for one more impulse buy It’s me the loser Did everything wrong Go ahead with all your craving Go ahead and yearn for more