I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first... let's compare scars, I'll tell you who's is worse... and let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words. We live on front porches and swing life away... we get by just fine here on minimum wage... If love is a labor, I'll slave to the end... I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand. Swing life away...
Swing Life Away
by: Rise Agaisnt
Swing Life Away
by: Rise Agaisnt