Much of a given ****
Not here very much
You ***** and *****
She’s twisted and sick
Still you run back so quick
Life you have always wished
Blinding your clear sight
Of the truth that lies
It ends the same each time
Man left all alone
Picking up the pieces
Of his worn-out heart
She shattered towards the floor
And wrecking his souls once more
much of a given ****
Not here very much
You ***** and *****
Still you run back so quick
So my given *****
Are not here very much
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
Much of a given ****
Not here very much
You ***** and *****
She’s twisted and sick
Still you run back so quick
Life you have always wished
Blinding your clear sight
Of the truth that lies
It ends the same each time
Man left all alone
Picking up the pieces
Of his worn-out heart
She shattered towards the floor
And wrecking his souls once more
much of a given ****
Not here very much
You ***** and *****
Still you run back so quick
So my given *****
Are not here very much
