VIII - Mt. Wolf, JM∆C

It was so bittersweet

To have you tangled with me

But the scars on my shin

And you’re only hearing

To blame and to gain is hard

Never have we played the same from the start

I can’t say I hate your way you know, you know

Should’ve sent you home my friend, alone, alone

And I got nothing to hide

With all a little too wide

And if you know that you could break me

Then I’ll accept the love forsaken

To blame and to gain is hard

And never have we played the same from the start

I can’t say I hate your way you know, you know

Should’ve sent you home my friend, alone, alone