Hand Habits
Living Proof
There is no end to the consequence
There is no end to your innocence
There is no way out, there is only through
There is no good reason for the things we do
Like rain upon the asphalt
Your mother calling you an asshole
Maybe you're the living proof
I never knew what love could do
I never knew what love could do
I never knew what love could do
I never knew
I never knew what love could do
From Letras Mania