Letra Three Cents Towards Tomorrow - A Minor Loss
all of my frustration, it's all for nothing
you call yourself a friend, well i'm not seeing that
i left the door wide open,
and you still had to kick it down
my rusty hinges give way.
i know its fair to you, ask why
you've shot down my hopes for the last time
my door is always open,
but breaking in is recommended
gone behind my behind my back
for something so minute.