Lyrics Growing Crooked - Mock Orange

Growing Crooked

Alone and sitting in the middle of her pain
Thinking sour feelings everyday
She would befriend anything that mends lost chances in time
She would never find
Growing crooked
The smaller of the same
Showed me things i thought everything was there in line with them
She would never find out
Mane has opened…
Blowing snow and…
Laughing with her