The Crooked Man
Maybe it's right
I can see your hand
you are already gone
these walls keep me inside
you think you are right
and i truly agree
I might of believed but
I'm no too sure anymore
Maybe it's just me
but you should read
and listen to the words
If you sing
I will breathe for you
It's hard to see the TV
and I loved you more
than you ever loved me
and I'm just scared
I guess I'll pack my bags
and meet you in between
But it's a song
that sings to me
it pushes and thrashes me aside
and it, it is everything in me
and it, it is nothing to you
I think, maybe once, maybe a try
I think I need a little more than you
maybe you should, maybe you could try
these crooked legs take me only so far
In my crooked house I can see

By kaiser

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