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His History
I found a broken man, his smile tucked away for a while
I know that wasn’t the plan, his future hung by a breath
on make or breaking wings to take him from his faulty dream
man, its the little things, its the little things, its the little things
On the drive he speeds on home he spins the wheel to blur the fear
he grabs the phone in fit of rage calls the man in self disgrace
he tells the man he lost his way, can’t get out not today, his mind in circles, justify a self destructive alibi.
on make or breaking wings to take him from his faulty dream
man, its the little things, its the little things, its the little things
that make life great
I found a broken man, his smile tucked away for a while
I know that wasn’t the plan, his future hung by a breath
on make or breaking wings to take him from his faulty dream
man, its the little things, its the little things, its the little things
On the drive he speeds on home he spins the wheel to blur the fear
he grabs the phone in fit of rage calls the man in self disgrace
he tells the man he lost his way, can’t get out not today, his mind in circles, justify a self destructive alibi.
on make or breaking wings to take him from his faulty dream
man, its the little things, its the little things, its the little things
that make life great