Feet On the Ground
Im sorry Lord
I cut are trust with a sword
and lefted without saying a word
My mistake start to burn
I look left and right
I dont know where to turn
Plz tell me why im in love with the world?
I still wonder why i gave it up for that girl?
Why em i against the world?
This hell like war zone
I rather die alone
because i was born with a heart that stays cold
I would easily trade your heart for gold
and spend it on the girls on the pole
What is sad that i aint joking
I got many probelms so can i start drinking and smoking?
I spent my last life token
and thats when i awoken
Im already dead so the dead just spoken
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