You know youre all alone Your friends they arent at home Evrybodys gone to the garden As you look into the tress You can look but you dont see The flowers seem to tease you at the garden Evrybodys there but you dont seem to care Whats it with you Punk and this garden You can find it all inside No need to wrestle with your pride No you aint losin your mind Youre just in the garden They can lead you to yourself Or you can throw it on the shelf But you know you can look inside for the garden
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 01:21:16 +0000
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