Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ronnie Radke
Ronnie Radke
Stimme und Gesang
Jacky Vincent
Jacky Vincent
E-Gitarre
Mika Horiuchi
Mika Horiuchi
Bass
Derek Jones
Derek Jones
E-Gitarre
Ryan Seaman
Ryan Seaman
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dave Holdredge
Dave Holdredge
Songwriter:in
Ronnie Radke
Ronnie Radke
Songwriter:in
Michael Baskette
Michael Baskette
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dave Holdredge
Dave Holdredge
Mischtechniker:in
Kevin Thomas
Kevin Thomas
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Jef Moll
Jef Moll
Schnitttechniker:in
Michael "Elvis" Baskette
Michael "Elvis" Baskette
Produzent:in

Letra

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system Yeah! Please, record your message Pick up the phone, answer your text Well, I apologize about last night, I really did not mean to disrespect You, you better be alone, no, I'm not obsessed But if I catch you with somebody else, you know that I am gonna be upset I truly believe that the reason I'm here Is to tell you the truth that your ending is near One day you must look at yourself in the mirror I still don't think that you are hearing me clear You must understand that our friendship is done Justified by the person that you have become Because of the fact that enough is enough Now, I'm the one that is holding the gun Whoa, this will be the end of us I have tried way too many times to heal I have loved you so much, it hurts me, dear And this, this will be the end of us Pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone Well, I apologize about last night, I really did not mean to disrespect Pick yourself up, up off the floor Wipe the tears from off your face because the cops are knocking on the door They're gonna wanna know what's up, better tell 'em that you fell 'Cause when they see the bruises on my face They're probably taking both of us to jail I'm sick and tired of fighting each other The lying, the crying and calling your mother The calling of names, I'm bothered and smothered We kiss and make up and get under the covers A dangerous cycle I don't understand The kicking, the screaming, the breaking of limbs I'll be damned if I see you with some other man If I cannot have you, then nobody can Whoa, this will be the end of us I have tried way too many times to heal I have loved you so much, it hurts me, dear And this, this will be the end of us Death do us part I thought you would never go straight for my heart I'm better off living in hell Pick up your phone Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system Pick up your phone Please, record your message Pick up the phone Whoa, this will be the end of us I have tried way too many times to heal I have loved you so much, it hurts me, dear And this, this will be the end of us Pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the phone Well, I apologize about last night, I really did not mean to disrespect We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time Fuck you!
Writer(s): Michael Baskette, Ronnie Radke, David Holdredge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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