He wasn't really for breaking the rules When he arrived in the second year of my high He wasn't so much of a of fate As a short up from a Southern state He was born a sweet tooth he couldn't beat Always trying to find himself something All that he found was a and me Or maybe trouble found him
It was hard to hide his heart had scars He would stay up talking to the stars People tried to blame him for bad choices he was only listening to the voices And searching for some kind of deeper Between the lines and the Bible and proof no point now to judge him in vain If you haven't been there, you know the pain
He was a liar, but not a Living proof there was no God Just the Devil, as a rod A to a sugartooth
His became more than he could take He found a bad habit he couldn't Nothing could him and nothing could hold him He only took the pills when the told him
Looking to help for the something To his life feel less incomplete What in the hell are you do When the has made its mind up about you?
He was a liar, but not a proof 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 give 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 know that he had to hurt for too
To think he had it all on his own Just to the battle and die alone After so many years of the loss He finally made his way back
And I they put what was left in a box And took it to a place called Rock And scattered him all over jagged As a to all that the piece had been found But not for a sign is left With a hand stuck reaching back in To a place in which you can never I hope he something so sweet
He was a liar, but not a proof that there 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 on his back If not for a
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