I fret the next thing I have to do
as if it's an enemy,
a guard that would
herald me to my prison.
In reality,
they might be dragging me
outta mine.
I resent them anyway.
Where lines happen.
I fret the next thing I have to do
as if it's an enemy,
a guard that would
herald me to my prison.
In reality,
they might be dragging me
outta mine.
I resent them anyway.