I'm a hand grenade You pulled the pin and ran away
Honest but vacant You want it? You'll hate it
But I get the feeling that I'm beating Myself black and blue, I'm bleeding Oh I'd be a better me Without my sense of everything
I'm a hand grenade You pulled the pin and ran away I've been making, I've been making lemonade I don't like the taste I don't like the taste I don't like the taste Now I'm a hand grenade
Over offended and failing Great advice, thanks, I hate it
So chalk it up to wishful thinking Dream too big and die a victim Oh I'm sure, there's nothing more Than 9 to 5 and closing doors
I'm a hand grenade You pulled the pin and ran away I've been making, I've been making lemonade I don't like the taste I don't like the taste I don't like the taste Now I'm a hand grenade A hand grenade
I'm a hand grenade You pulled the pin and ran away
I'm a hand grenade You pulled the pin and ran away I've been making, I've been making lemonade I don't like the taste I don't like the taste I don't like the taste I don't like the taste I don't like the taste I don't like the taste It's a bitter taste Now I'm a hand grenadeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
