i am well equipped with my hands on my hips, to weather thru your storm and my anger is a danger in which i'm trapped, held down and pin pointed on the map i lost all that i worked towards and you've gone, i should've known it all along
well aren't you just the king of compliments? speaking so soft, sitting so still and your speech sits in the crease of the corners of your mouth, please and thank you for your kindness, its always on my mind now.
I am well equipped with my hands on my hips, to weather through your storm and my anger is a danger in which i'm trapped- held down and pin pointed on the map. i lost all that i worked towards and you've gone... i should've known it all along.