Bry
Everything
With a head as muddled and cloudy as mine
And a heart that's winning races in record time
You're a town crier who is seldom heard
You're a novel writer with no words
But every last detail
And every little problem talk
You have been everything
To someone like me
You have done all the things
I didn't do for you
A mind so cynical for a happy face
With sense you'd have took my hand and left this place
Conjoined, but never on the same page
Oh, would you have stuck around if I acted my age?
But every last detail took
You have been everything
To someone like me
You have done all the things I didn't do for you
Every last detail
You have been everything
You have been everything
To someone like me
You have done all the things I didn't do for you
You have been everything
From Letras Mania