shoulder to shoulder in the same plan withuot you I'm broken man without you I'm a slave to their plan I'll wash the evidence from my hands and the guilt
you lose Well baby it all comes back to haunt you In the end Baby it hurts the most when you Don't have a friend You know you broke our trust and now
through my hands. I see the light. I see the end. I see a frail hope, crushed by the weight of the world. My will is broken. Sinking, always sinking.
you go And the guilt you feel is the weary soul (Yeah) Of the Outlaw Hearts weren't made to be ruled And rules weren't made to be broken It's cold and
a long time to love It's gonna take a lot to hold on It's gonna be a long way to happy, yeah Left in the pieces that you broke me into Torn apart but
It's bringing out the worst in me I hear your voice start breaking in fear When the lights go down And I still feel you looking over my shoulder Your sinking guilt
In Manhattan's desert twilight In the death of afternoon We stepped hand in hand on Broadway Like the first man on the moon And "The Blackbird" broke
the lives of me and you, but you know... it could have been different dad. The word brings back a sweet memory. I'm sitting on a bluff on a broken tree
hoes And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed doors But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke
not alone All i need in this life is one, One thing to believe in I've seen many a face From young and too old I've stolen their faith and I have broken
for a Badman This is the Badman's Song Guilt in the frame of the looking-glass Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass Where the jigsaw pieces of a broken
with a blind and broken heart that sleeps beneath my lapel she sends me blue valentines to remind me of my cardinal sin I can never wash the guilt or
smell my soul burning. I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy. I have swallowed the poison you feed me ... but I survive on it , and it leaves me guilt
next time, I'll let you know You won't - You won't get to break me I swear next time, I'm letting go Fear and guilt, they've help me down Conscience
. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt