Other always told me You got a pretty face, stop frowning But you shattered All that I needed Sometimes you pick up what is left and carry it forever
I can see it now That I'm riding with the good crowd I can't regret those parts of me Running through the streets Seventh Heaven was playing on the television set I'm fighting heavy-set champion 'cuz I'm carrying that weight Other (I'm just the other, just the) Other (Devil child, black sheep) (The made-up things, they made me)
Sober, or on a bender Clawing through emotions never made no difference Believe me, fighting is normal Sometimes you pick up what is left and carry it forever
I can see it now That I'm riding with the good crowd Backwards thinking for the kids Served with toast and eggs So why am I the devil for burning down the picket fence When I'm just trying to run from the problems that you've served up on my plate? Other (I'm just the other, just the) Other (Devil child, black sheep) (The made-up things, they made me) (Devil child, black sheep) (The made-up things, they made me) (Devil child, black sheep) (The made-up things, they made me) (The made-up things, they made me) (The made-up things, they made me) (The made-up things, they made me) (The made-up things, they made me) (The made-up things, they made me)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
