Armchair Martian

Son Of Jeff
Never was a savior know there's hard ones to take i hope that i'm forgiven still living for what's in store on the cross, or at the door just don't know what i'm hated for when i was young my eyes went south i'm failing now, so blind to it all all that i know, you're winding out treading on the coattails you're needing i hope i'm not falling for your scene it's too easy, til you wanna leave on the cross, or at the door just don't know what i'm hated for when i was young my eyes went south and i'm failing now, so blind to it all it really doesn't matter know what i believe when i'm upon hard times, but i'm always in the need close interpretation, or a brilliant way to bleed like right now what am i saying hope you don't know what i mean From Letras Mania