Letras
Should've known
My gut it always told me so
Though I'd love to help you grow
We only reap what we sow
What a gal
Lost in the maze of morale
I said take my hand
I'll lead the way
But somehow led myself astray
I know you're scared
It's scary being on your own kid
But you made your bed
And even though I know it's all in your head
You told me
No guts no glory
No guts no glory
Kind to be cruel
Though I wish I wasn't such a fool
Forgot my own goddamn rule
Love but don't let go of you
Fill the void
Albeit some fucking boy
You are bored
Well, what a shame
This pawn has left your game
And we're all scared
We're all a bunch of on our own kids
And we make our beds
And live with all the voices inside our heads
So what's another day
Of trucking on in misery and regret
You told me
No guts no glory
No guts no glory
No guts no glory
Written by: Clara Rugaard
