There wasn't enough for everyone.
Be it food or love, or happiness...
Someone always had get it on their own.
And that's how i grew up...
Loving, but not.
The only thing worth beliving in was
Something you yourself previously got.
'Cause what's yours no one can take.
And with all you have,
Which isn't much!
Being at stake... make no mistake.
They'll come for it.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
There wasn't enough for everyone.
Be it food or love, or happiness...
Someone always had get it on their own.
And that's how i grew up...
Loving, but not.
The only thing worth beliving in was
Something you yourself previously got.
'Cause what's yours no one can take.
And with all you have,
Which isn't much!
Being at stake... make no mistake.
They'll come for it.
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