He wasn't really known for the rules When he in the second year of my high school He wasn't so of a twist of fate As a turn up from a Southern state He was born with a sweet he couldn't beat Always trying to himself something sweet All he found was a trouble and me Or maybe trouble found him
It was hard to hide his heart had scars He would stay up late to the stars People tried to blame him for bad choices When he was only to the voices And for some kind of deeper truth Between the and the Bible and living proof There's no now to judge him in vain If you been there, you don't know the pain
He was a liar, but not a Living that there was no God Just the Devil, as a rod A slave to a
His became more than he could take He found a bad habit he break could tame him and nothing could hold him He only took the pills the doctor told him
Looking to help for the sweet To make his life feel incomplete in the hell are you gonna do When the has made its mind up about you?
He was a liar, but not a Living that there was no God Just the Devil, as a rod A slave to a
He wanted to be a man life kicked him down like an old tin can He would you the shirt on his back If not for a
They him lying on his bed With a gun in his hand and a head His broken heart, now, is finally But I that he had to hurt for too long
To he had fought it all on his own to lose the battle and die alone After so many of feeling the loss He finally his way back home
And I heard they put what was in a box And took it to a place called Rock And scattered him all over mound As a symbol to all the piece had been found But not for a is left behind With a hand stuck back in time To a in which you can never unwind I hope he found something so
He was a liar, but not a Living proof that was no God Just the Devil, as a rod A slave to a
He to be a better man But kicked him down like an old tin can He would give you the shirt on his If not for a
Ooh, ooh, ooh, a slave to a Ooh, ooh, ooh, a to a sugartooth Ooh, ooh, ooh, a slave to a Ooh, ooh, ooh, a to a sugartooth