Karma

Get out my sight I had enough of you You talk too much Can't give you what you always wanted from me Let me down, I'll sort it out Unprecedented fear in trust Covet my happiness So out of touch, I wonder if you understand Get out my sight I had enough of you You talk too much Can't give you what you always wanted from me Still chasing ghosts, does it ever get old? They'll never know how you still cope Burden my happiness Blame me again Feel bad for all your friends but me Get out my sight I had enough of you You talk too much (shut up, shut up) Can't give you what you always wanted from me