No, he's not going to bend
You can habituate yourself
He will live alone
Unlearnd to share
Yeah, he chose the "love me not"
Between a woman's love
And the path's certainties
He coudn't give himself
And now will have to pay
With the heart
Take a look!
He's not happy
Always says
He's the valliant kind of man
But look at that
We know...
That humor
is thing of a boy
That without protection
Hid behide
A villian's face
So, don't do it, boy
Don't try to show off
We don't buy it
Ê! Ê! *
He's not as great as he thinks
Take a look!
That cranky look
Its just!
a way of living in a sad way
Ê! Ê!
He's not as great as he thinks
Take a look!
That cranky look
Its just!
A way of living
In that world of grief...