I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy I don't know what to do I am the only son of a pastor I know who does the things I do but if it was you I don't think that it would matter oh and if it was true then I just wouldn't matter
I was amazed at the colour and shapes you drew a paper cut for two I am the only son of a bastard I know that knows the bastard too because it was you I called it a different story but if I was you I'd make this a simpler story
I bet you did what you did when you did it to do it again by the time you were done with it I bet you did what you did when you did just to tell every friend that you have that the Lord did it
I finally knew that I simply couldn't matter you finally knew that you simply couldn't matter I guess that it's true you never know the passive power of the truth so cut me loose if I could write another phrase we might be better off this way but there's no use no there's no use
