He has excuses for everything
He calls them reason
Yet deep inside
He knows, he's just hiding
In truth he is most nervous
He conceals anything that crosses him
Nothing left to hide and
Now that he is all black
He calls them reason
Yet deep inside
He knows, he's just hiding
In truth he is most nervous
He conceals anything that crosses him
Nothing left to hide and
Now that he is all black
: If there's a way I could do it all over again, how I wish that I am able to see things a lot lot sooner. I don't blame anyone, if only I would have listened. If only, I would just take 10 seconds to think what they were saying to me in the past. Those that mattered. 10 seconds every time was all I need.