Walking By

You see that strange girl through your eyes
Growing straight, laughing
Carring the taste the lies

But ain’t no saint that give up to late
I hould walking by
Changing your name

It sounds better to live
From here i’ll go to anywere

Ain’t no sound that i could hear about it
Ain’t no proud that i could feek about it

You change your face and I can’t recall a single word
Of what means to be to together now

So why?
Why you got to go, no
Why you got to go.
Just let go