Andrew Paul Woodworth
Thick Black Mark
As starless skies above the weather
I only hide to sleep on stretchers
Another thick black mark
Upon a thin white heart
If i could prove my heart was bigger than my ego
Could i expect my friends to forgive me for the things that made me wrong...
If my behavior made me better than my thoughts are
Could i demand it i be counted among the cleanest and the strong....
Right or wrong........
Right or wrong.........
The primitive, like roses, rocks and shells
A tiny grin of an infant
I think we sleep too much
And starve ourselves of sun
And if i could prove my heart was bigger than my ego
Could i expect my friends to forgive me for the things that made me wrong
If my behavior made my better than my thoughts are
Could i demand that i be counted among the cleanest and the strong?
Right or wrong........
Right or wrong......
Right or wrong..........
Right or wrong........
If i could prove my heart was bigger than my ego
Could i expect my friends to forgive me for the things that made me wrong
If my behavior made my better than my thoughts are
Could i demand that i be counted among the cleanest and the strong?
If i could prove my heart was bigger than my ego
Could i expect my friends to forgive me for the things that made me wrong
If my behavior made my better than my thoughts are
Could i demand that i be counted among the cleanest and the strong?
Right or wrong.......
Right or wrong............
Right or wrong.........
Right or wrong.........
Right or wrong........
Right or wrong.........
Right or wrong..........
Right or wrong......