For want of a nail The horseshoe was lost For want of a horseshoe The steed was lost For want of the steed A message was not delivered For want of an undelivered message The war was lost
You talk to me whenever you feel like You diss me just because you know I can take it I take care of all your insecurities I say all the nicest things You take me for granted But it's okay She did it too anyway
Have you ever thought about it properly? You accusing me of merely wanting to put you down Is just an excuse. An excuse created to deny the fact that you're really fucked up