Mad At Myself - Issues

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’ve 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, trying to get inside my head

Tried 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

So damn greedy, that girl is so needy

I’m the king of this game, but I think she just beat me

I never should have let you in

I needed a hit of something

High for this feeling they call love

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’ve never been so mad at myself

So mad, so mad at myself

So mad, so mad at myself

I’ve got your melody in my head

Feels like I’m singing it wrong

Then again there’s nothing worse

Than being addicted to a bad song

She’s a fiend for attention

And I’m a guilty dealer

High for this feeling they call love

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’ve never been so mad at myself

So mad, so mad at myself

So mad, so mad at myself

Test me while you can, while you can test me

She said she likes the edge, but then she pushed me

You know how to make it hard to walk away

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’ve never been 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’ve never been so mad at myself

So mad at myself