Sorry He's a Psychopath

You were a gambler of your money and my mind 
You like to waste things, like your life and my time 
You could down a bottle, go straight to your head

I let my guard down, but never again 
I was blind sighted, you were sick with sin 
I called you out when your eyes turned bright red 

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I saw you standing there, inside that music hall 
Your arms around her, lined up for last call 
I should've walked by, but asked for her name 

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"Sorry, he's a psychopath...take it from me 
Sorry, he's a psychopath...it's not meant to be 
You better run now, take it from me...so sorry." 

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You blamed me for everything, your drinking and your woes 
And I'd make excuses for your drunkness at shows 
You became an animal after the party 

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My bad investment with nothing in return 
I was getting stronger, and you would crash and burn 
Nothing left to bet on, I folded my hand to break free 

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I saw you standing there, inside that music hall 
Your arms around her, lined up for last call 
I should've walked by, but asked for her name 

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"Sorry, he's a psychopath...take it from me 
Sorry, he's a psychopath...it's not meant to be 
You better run now, take it from me...so sorry."