19.Bitter Price To Pay
Some are painting on the canvas to show the way they feel
Some are filling up notebooks to tell the same ordeal
I could walk through the door but the truth gets in the way
And yours is a bitter price to pay
Some are talking on the radio through a satellite dish
Beaming to my front lawn every dream
And wish I put a bullet through my TV at point-blank range
And yours is a bitter price to pay
Now, I know I'm a bad man got no leg to stand on
Laying down my alibis
Laying down my guns, got blood on my hands
And oh, by the way, yours is a bitter price to pay
I been taking out the trash of my twisted little heart
It was long overdue but I was coming apart
You're the life of the party, you got nothing to say
But yours is a bitter price to pay
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