A Dead Man's Hand - Gasmac Gilmore

So i don’t want to be the one

To tell you that you’re really wrong

I hope one day you’ll confess

Being the fool that you are

I don’t think

That you really need to hold my hand

I don’t think you are beautiful

And now you did it again

And so i

I need some therapy

To cure that sick mentality

You take the credit

While i move all in

A small-minded philosophy

Is full of hope and cheerfully

Lost in banality, a dead man’s hand again

No, i don’t need to feel the same

To know that you are really lame

I hope one day you’ll understand

The words that i say

I’m not sure if you really know

What this means

I’m not sure if you’re crucible

And so i

I need some therapy

To cure from that mentality

You take the credit while i move all in

A small-minded philosophy

Is full of hope and cheerfully

Lost in banality, a dead man’s hand again

I sold you for a sad dog

And i told you that i don’t regret

That i don’t regret

That i don’t regret