and i stood there, thinking i was either going to die or scare the next kid round the corner half to death
You sold your soul to feed the rich
I sold mine to some drunk kids
You tied a string to your molar
I hid under the bed until it was over
You got some steady fans
I wear thimbles while you shake the soldiers hands
I couldn't hold a flame
You walk strong and proud
I'm left out
As the one to blame
I kinda like the way you refuse to name
A mistake that I may or may not have made
Bloody with fame
I stood there thinking I just mightve had what it takes
I sold mine to some drunk kids
You tied a string to your molar
I hid under the bed until it was over
You got some steady fans
I wear thimbles while you shake the soldiers hands
I couldn't hold a flame
You walk strong and proud
I'm left out
As the one to blame
I kinda like the way you refuse to name
A mistake that I may or may not have made
Bloody with fame
I stood there thinking I just mightve had what it takes
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Writer(s): Ashley Brown
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