Put those thoughts back into your sock and hang it on the mantle And in the morning you can act like it's new and give it a name you can handle But don't call it heartbreak because nothing's been broken And don't call it theft because nothing's been stolen
It's the freedom you keep and it's a piece of yourself that says no one must get too important Then the loneliness comes back like a hand from hell since my prodigal son You almost got rich, but you come home to suffer you son of a bitch
True Love for yourself
Live for your art and live on your dreams in return it will feed your soul You give your heart to generate steam cause you know it burns hotter than coal
But don't call it heartbreak because nothing's been broken And don't call it theft because nothing's been stolen
It's the freedom you keep and it's a piece of yourself that says no one must get too important Then the loneliness comes back like a hand from hell since my prodigal son You almost got rich, but you come home to suffer you son of a bitch
True Love for yourself
You'll always be lonely, you'll never be happy It's the freedom you keep and it's a piece of yourself that says no one must get too important Then the loneliness it comes back like a hand from hell since my prodigal son You almost got rich, but you come home to suffer you son of a bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
