oh my dear lord
unlikely candidates, the
my future used to shine as bright as a diamond
but there's no use in crying
over my head in a landslide
why i grabbed the lighter
my future used to shine as bright as a diamond
but there's no use in crying
over my head in a landslide
breaking bones and taking everything in front of me
priests and beggars looking up to heaven from their knees
over my head in the landslide