If you’re trying to get in his head Then you’re just wasting your breath Cause he might as well be dead There just ain’t no getting through If that’s what you’re trying to do
And for those who don’t know him yet He don’t care if you ever do He is faithful to himself And it can’t hurt to hear the truth He just ain’t concerned with you
They were mean, said they were silly dreams So he had to leave, no time to grieve And if you set out and find Something better than what he left behind Something you know is worth All of this pain and hurt
He gets down on his own self More than anybody else can And it’s easy to understand But can’t hurt to hear the truth And he just ain’t concerned with you
Cause spirits have their own minds They can’t be confined to fit between the lines Spirits have their own minds They can’t be confined, they draw their own lies
It’s alright tell them how it is Even though it don’t make you popular Sometimes you gotta be a dick You don’t have to roll over
So for those who don’t know him yet He don’t care when you ever do He is faithful to himself And it can hurt to hear the truth He just ain’t concerned with you
They were mean, said they were silly dreams So he had to leave, no time to grieve And if you set out and find Something better than what he left behind Something you know is worth All of this pain and hurt
Spirits have their own minds They can’t be confined, they draw their own lines
It’s alright tell them how it is Even though don’t make you popular Sometimes you gotta be a dick You don’t have to roll overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
