Each to Their Own

Psycho finger crossed my throat
Saying life is precious and fine
Thought I saw the road
But death was on my mind

Each to their own I say
Each to their own I say
Maybe god is what you see
But it's hard enough to find yourself these days

Filling all the space, everywhere
Get your words out of my sky
Seems you're talking to the air
I nod and wonder why?

Each to their own I see
Each to their own I say
Maybe god is what you see
But it's hard enough to find yourself these days

And while having the whole truth
Is alright if it works for you
Well, it doesn't work for me



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