the paths we take Crashing down on your dreams, now who is the victim? It's not like your one mistake Sweating only one word, that word that's drying
A wilting rose has a short life Escaping one vindication to be chained to the wall Broken hearts take time to heal The four letter genocide, the cursed
fashion is making me sick, my son is a star, my daughters a model, drinking expensive bottles of water. incest may make your grandchild a princess, sometimes I feel
all over doe like elmo Twenty eight years have passed I feel I'm peaking I make music every weekend It's a chore A fact of life A labor of love I get
[x4] If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures To symbolize
