By : Guns n Roses
And I don't have fond desires,
and I don't have happy hours.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.
Happiness, and I guess,
I never will again.
When you walked out on me,
In walked ol' misery,
And he's been here since then.
(spoken) Yeah, we're fucked!
I don't have love to share,
And I don't have one who cares.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh yeah!
