Artist: lorene drive
Song: too her taste
I do
And I know that I do
It's all random
A boy from a broken family
She walks alone
And mother really wants you to come home
A new bed, a new throne,
A new place to call my own
I know you want it your way
Or no ones way at all
But I know
And you know
I was there for love, never distrust
But you're bleeding on me
It's dripping on my sleeve
Emptiness,
An occasional flattering
It meant a lot to me boy
What do I get for where I roam?
Another metal box of stone
It didn't have to be this way
The news camera shines,
The mic hits the floor
She lets out a long breath
What are we fighting for?
What are we fighting for? [repeated]
Emptiness,
An occasional flattering
It meant a lot to me boy
What do I get for where I roam?
Another metal box of stone
It didn't have to be this way
