Greenwheel To Each His Own
A crutch, that's easy to find in me
Too much, the muse is not kind these days
well don't be alarmed for now
the past wont change it seems
the hurt from here and now
it wont be your everything
to each his own
to each his own
there's a better time
To sort out the truth from the lies
Lost touch, with what's called reality
Enough, cant keep up with promises made
don't be alarmed for now
the past wont change it seems
the hurt from here and now
it wont be your everything
to each his own
To each his own
There's a better time
To sort out the truth from the lies
To each his own
To each his own
There's a better time
To sort out the truth from the lies
To each his own
To each his own
There's a better time
To sort out the truth from the lies.
To each his own
To each his own
There's a better time
