[ leech ]

I'm beginning to think that all you ever do is whine
you've got your own life, could you live it instead of mine?
I've got my own problems, could you stop plauging me with yours?
I can only do so much, but all you ever want is more of my time

[I do so much to make you happy every day
but all my efforts are taken for granted hey hey hey
you've attatched yourself to me
and now I'm starting to worry
that I will never be free to be myself again
when's it gonna end?]

it's gotten to the point where I can't leave you home alone
or else I get a million calls on the telephone
it's hart to talk to you when you're talking behind my back
and when you ask me "why"? I just ask myself "how long
till I crack?"

[chorus].

[ mid 96 ]

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