How can I tell you I was wrong?. How can I tell you I was wrong?. When I am the proudest man ever born. I stand on the horizon. I want to step across it with you.
I can't seem to feel the envy I should feel or maybe. I don't need the sour side of love, of love. . No, I don't care his breath is in your hair. Well, I don't care his skin is still between.
I live in the Merchant City, drive a 4x4. I eat M&S, it tastes of nothing. Oh I taste of nothing. I am the New Scottish Gentry. Anglified vowels, sub London thoughts.
the places, they all look the same. . ill dive in, ill save you again. but friendship has limits you know. so how long, how far will you go. so many bridges in the world to jump off of.
Unlit streets and alleys, I don't care. I will stroll as if I'm on the Cote d'Azur. Muggers, pimps, and bangers everywhere. I don't feel the danger though I'm told it's there.