Mama tried I sold my soul to the devil I never fit the mold A young revel Future is bleak for this black sheep Left out for the wolves to eat I'm a product of my mistakes Try to run from my past but i could never escape I turn and I face the music and leave the rest up to fate There are things I left behind and lived to fight another day I cut some ties I lost some friends Made enemies along the way I walked a line I changed my mind I didn't like how the game was played So crucify me if you will for all the choices I have made.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
