Fake
It's gotta be a fake
Some kind of sick mistake
Something to break

Strong man
He looked like a strong man
He just had his heart in his hands
Nobody could understand

But it's all my fault
For being at home
When I should have been away
I should have been away

Fifty or five
Between my fingers, when I wanna feel alive
And my man gets his with his knuckles white
Way out of the heat of the daylight

And it's all my fault
For being at home
And it's all my fault for being alone
When I should have

My God, Lord, what have I done?
My God, I'm not the only one, my God
Yes, you can get this for free
Oh my God, if you would just be
Good God, if you would just be
Oh good God, yes, you can get this for free
Oh good God, if you would just be
Oh good God