The only mistake was not your pregnancy but rather how you ripped me apart Imagine all the possibilities But you turned your back on me Now i'll
to die for a mistake The last to die for a mistake Whose blood will spill, whose heart will break Who'll be the last to die for a mistake The kids asleep
groove it'll end tepid So when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you intrepid I'm tellin you the wishbone been broke in my favor, crumbcake your mistake
Loaded down ready to end it all. Coming this far can't be a nothing. Flirting with death everyday, but we don't make mistakes. Martyrs this blood makes
gallows of men stretched by their necks by british crown they suffer so, swinging in the winter air centuries of terror follow centuries of blood the
these blood red skies, hail Mary, whisper softly What you became Some things never change and so we We learn from All Your Hate We are lost in your mistakes
family is here with eyes of red His wife steps down with feet of lead And the sun shines down upon The old man whose days are done For a martyr has been
these banks, i leave you.. Oh, i will leave you. cause I've had enough; of this life and love. i could fill this river with blood and mistakes. but
Slave..slave.. To obsession of a final goal How far will one go to the whim of another Spilling, spilling Of blood as it takes it's toll How many will
mistakes is threatening. Downsize your loss. Propelled by my greed. Means just getting one more chance. To ridicule me. Each arm posed, the blood holds
: {*scratched: "Livin in Compton, California C-A"*} Charlie O, drop that hot shit [The Game] Motherfucker it's the Game, mister tint the windows wit
