A gentle heart gotta pettle like daffidol,
A broken heart paint the words like million hills.
I'm so Dame far from the thrills I'm in Europe still . So I thank God.
He left them paused
He let them rob
He let them steal
Just to see what they were made of
It's not family til break up
The bread is taxed with old slugs
My room the only pay cut
I use to sit inside myself like ....
I wonder if wai-ted
For me to leave
And still I breath ...
And yet I dream
It's okay because one day you will re-read.
Now your in Europe with your own place not wondering what to eat
It hurts but I'm further then what they could believe