Little blonde boy I've done everything for you Where there was no threat I ran and I hid
Damon looks into the mirror and sees a masochist Tightens up his fists and walks away He books a reservation for just him At a tavern where they would sit
They represent what Damon couldn't let himself have
Damon thought he laid to rest that masochist He's depressed to find him breathing Who can say why he throws away The things he spends his life building
They represеnt what Damon couldn't let himself have
Littlе blonde boy I've grown old alone with you Where there is no threat I flinch and I snap
Damon saves his paycheck for his real estate Throws himself an allowance He's a slave to precision and Takes pleasure in the pain it brings him
‘Cause he represents The life he convinced himself to live
Little blonde boy What else could I do What else could we be If we did something newTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
