It's in the cards that I destroy myself
But when drawing swords, you don't know much else
I guess they're right though, I loathe myself
And this won't change with fame nor wealth
But love, I hope it frees me
God knows I could use the help
But I can't shake that I'll fuck it up like everything else
It's in my palm that my world's my girl
But it don't show how I treat the world
Zero to sixty by the count of one
I am my father's son
And all I wanted was for my kid
To not go through the things that I did
But that life, it don't exist when you're a piece of shit
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