Three Cents Towards Tomorrow – A Minor Loss – letras

all of my frustration, it’s all for nothingyou call yourself a friend, well i’m not seeing thati left the door wide open,and you still had to kick it downmy rusty hinges give way.i know its fair to you, ask whyyou’ve shot down my hopes for the last timemy door is always open,but breaking in is recommendedgone behind my behind my backfor something so minute.