The handling of a hearts A very delicate art Cause it's paper thin One irrelevant thought That started out as a spark Could be a poisonous dart That leaves a permanent mark That's ice cold in the day and burns in the dark And makes you never wanna see her face again Tee-hee what a place I'm in Lead me to the sta-tio-n A one way ticket, don't look back One cold tear that froze and crack A whole lotta pain I'm holdin' back Chav said: "Eff that, roll the sack" I said: "If my skull was cracked And blood ran out to the cul-de-sac That could not match me where I'm at" My memories flash me there and back Yup there goes me right there in black Holding hands not staring back She starts crying, I start denying, and its my fault And I'm aware of that man In hindsight signs be glaring back Wheres the map to show you where you're at? I can hear the crowd yelling I can smell the tire smoke I can hear the starter pistol where's the track Ring no answer came home late Jane told dick she had a date But they was just chilling And at that moment the right brain says to the left just kill em Make the headlines Make the front page Wild out in the court house man thrill em They'll say: "The boy dead wrong but I feel em"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
