Letras
You
You liar
You sly
Hiding behind your ego
No shame no glory
Draining them like mosquitos
Will you confess
The crimes that you commit
The pain they feel
The truths that you omit
They want
Their peace
Of mind
The barest minimum
Of good
So they can survive
The days
The nights
The years
Go by
They hope
They pray
One day
They will be
Whatever they can be
Theyll see
They'll feel
Their future guaranteed
No pressure on their necks
Their finances in check
They hope
They pray
One day