It's ironic, considerate rarity patron of, love, higher knowledge engulfs me, 'cause the blast of fate a lesson, to my eyes concerned, and overwhelmed men were to fear, their livin' so empty inside, and yet it burns so akward this time.
It's something with my pride lies, I cannot hide my true side, and maybe in distress, I can still come out laughing, that's the way I am.
This little boy proud of helping those in need, but he's not me, but just maybe he could be, I can see it now because, I am a hero to his eyes, temporarily blind this immature kid, and put the test mother fucking in jail, hiding by helping and wanting to understand me,
Tears! A waterfall of acid cries from his, Eyes! I need to recognize! Men-to-be... whoa, whoa.
It's something with my pride lies, I cannot hide my true side, and maybe in distress, I can still come out laughing, that's the way I am.
Am I hard to recognize, what do I need to realize? Why can't I see with my own, fucking eyes? what do i need to see!? See!
It's something with my pride lies, I cannot hide my true side, and maybe in distress, I can still come out laughing, that's the way I am!
Am I hard to recognize, what do I need to realize? Why can't I see with my own, fucking eyes? what do i need to see!?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
