The Gentlemen
Opening the doors,
Putting down our coat on the floors,
Telling you how we feel each morning,
It only ends up being a war,
You get swept by the mean,
Tears run and angry is shown,
We get over looked and to easy,
It only ends up being your fault.
Putting down our coat on the floors,
Telling you how we feel each morning,
It only ends up being a war,
You get swept by the mean,
Tears run and angry is shown,
We get over looked and to easy,
It only ends up being your fault.