Black Paper Black Ink – Camden – letras

And i hate what you told me ’bout what i thinkThat it’s a black paper written on with black inkNow let me tell you one thing about what you saidI’d rather die than to have you here in my bedYeah try to stand upWhile your face is nailedTo the floorYeah this is what it’s likeTo feel what i’ve felt beforeBut i loved you when you left meYes i loved you when you left meI loved you when you left meYeah loved you when you left meDon’t critisize my two packs of smokes a dayYou don’t even know how to spell ashtrayDon’t like your mother don’t like her one bitShe says vegetarians are stupidShe says vegetarians are stupid