Papa M
glad you're here with me.
maybe you'd be better off with another manfor there's a way that must be relievedi dread the thought of losing you, but i would understanduntil that day i'm glad you're here with mei've got friends that may be better for youfriends that have not the fears of iwell it pains me just to think of your leavingi don't ever wanna say goodbyelover these powders are compellingi don't claim that it's the way to beif i am bucking up there ain't no tellingi'm just glad that you are here with mewell this morning they killed the candy-makerthree shots to his head with a .45i don't wanna end up in the paperor kill a man just to watch him diei don't mean to judge the man that murdersi don't care to un-sympathizethough i am neither victim nor killeri see myself in both of their eyesbut what drives a man to kill another?and leave his body in the dirt to bleed?ain't he also my brother?ain't you happy you are here with me?
From Letras Mania