Lyrics A Dead Man's Hand - Gasmac Gilmore

A Dead Man's Hand

So i don’t want to be the one
To tell you that you’re really wrong
I hope one day you’ll confess
Being the fool that you are
I don’t think
That you really need to hold my hand
I don’t think you are beautiful
And now you did it again
And so i
I need some therapy
To cure that sick mentality
You take the credit
While i move all in
A small-minded philosophy
Is full of hope and cheerfully
Lost in banality, a dead man’s hand again
No, i don’t need to feel the same
To know that you are really lame
I hope one day you’ll understand
The words that i say
I’m not sure if you really know
What this means
I’m not sure if you’re crucible
And so i
I need some therapy
To cure from that mentality
You take the credit while i move all in
A small-minded philosophy
Is full of hope and cheerfully
Lost in banality, a dead man’s hand again
I sold you for a sad dog
And i told you that i don’t regret
That i don’t regret
That i don’t regret