The Morning After Testo

the morning after the night beforei can't remember anymorei must've passed out here on the floorask myself whythe morning after the night beforei feel sick and my body's sorei can't believe you walked out the doorthe morning after the night beforei played the fool i played the whoreanother night of my private warask myself whywhy do i always abuse, why always want morewhy didn't i realise what i had beforewhy couldn't i love and cherishwhy was i such a foolthe night before the morning after the night beforethe morning after and i'm aloneyou packed your bags and left for homemy last chance i have definitely blownthe morning after the life we hadnow love is dead just like my dadwished for a happy ending not oneso damned sadask myselfwhy do i always abuse, why always want morewhy didn't i realise what i had beforewhy couldn't i love and cherishwhy was i such a foolthe night before the morning after the night before