Grenade:
One day,
You'll brust
From taking
My patience
For granted.
Because knowing
Or without knowing
You'll hold what's
Precious in contempt.
You'll step on me,
And I'll explode.
I'll blow you.
I'm a grenade,
With just a little bit
Of tolerance.
I'll look at you
And never see you.
One day,
You'll brust
From taking
My patience
For granted.
Because knowing
Or without knowing
You'll hold what's
Precious in contempt.
You'll step on me,
And I'll explode.
I'll blow you.
I'm a grenade,
With just a little bit
Of tolerance.
I'll look at you
And never see you.