Its easy to believe some people dont care. believe a gift is to be given but never shared. when your clothes are stripped you got what you got. when you drive your car to heaven there aint no
Ing lot. another builded up, another undone. like every day dawn becomes another setting sun. I still believe you came to see. bet you thought Id comprehend. you wish for me, you wish to be. but Im a hero who cant pretend. I should have riches after all that Ive been through. should have some peace of mind, I should shave somebody new. a silver locket or a painting just for you. but all I gots a big old bag of tales. I tell the stories, I write by my hand. the things Ive felt another could never understand. better to have lived and loved than never because. its not the things it could have been, its that that never was. I should have riches after all that Ive been through. should have some peace of mind, I should have somebody new. a silver locket or a painting just for you. but all I gots a big old bag
Of tales.