YAWP


What good?
Jorix / Jorix
The race is run and what's left to say?
Thank you, not today
Words were spoken and the truth
Was left behind
Can't you fucking try and fight with what's left inside
In the end it was you through and through
And what good did it do to you?



You graced me with another lie, my friend
And in the end
You're the one I can never on depend
Can't you fucking try, just try
I feel the pain inside
You're too cool, played me for a fool
What good did it do to you?