Belt
i want my life to like a belt
you entrust it with your faith
Putting it on your hips
to hold your pants on it
As time passed by you adjust it
for you to hold your breath
To much hold of this to you
Taking step is too hard on you
Friendship is the belt
You must adjust if its not fit
if you tighten on its grip
Its like you are breaking his neck
You know when to loosen up a bit
Giving a space he need
Its will sure save your friendship
Like saving his last breath
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro