The Bad Things That I Do by BeadsOfFlame, literature
Literature
The Bad Things That I Do
All you wanted was to feel alive
A little little white lie
I guess I've been letting things slide
I'm a young boy
In a grown mans head
Not asking for forgiveness
Well, maybe just a little bit
I held you closer
Just to feel your butterflies
Truth is I'm selfish
As selfish as anyone else
On a Sunday
I left you feeling so alive
On a Monday I guess you paid the price
I'm not innocent
Wrapped up in ignorance
No...
Well, maybe just a little bit
I'm a young boy
In a grown mans head
Not asking for forgiveness
Well, maybe just a little bit
I held you closer
Just to feel your butterflies
Truth is I'm selfish
As selfish as anyone else
I'm a young b