A Little Rant

I didn't want to hurt you
But make me understand
You wouldn't want to continue
Now you're making a stand
But the voice that god gave you
Will you ever use it against

Me, where's your rant
Your little rant
Right in my face

Always a party every weekend
Cards clasped in your hands
Food and wine always god sent
Three bottles with no end
It takes guts to win this game
Without showing your cards to

Me, where's your rant
Your little rant
Right in my face

You try to illude me, then you accuse me
Of saying the truth outloud
And you're not responding, left me wondering
Without hearing me out
What I have to tell you, what I have to give you
You don't care at all
There's nothing to do, nothing more to give
Only silence to keep you company

Gone ... this situation, let's close the curtain



Credits
Writer(s): Davide Morgan Raso
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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