Man stands in all his glory. Sitting at the crossroads of the same old story. Man got his make-up but wears it like a mask. Hides inside a child, lives inside a glass. Man breathes his own deceit.
We're caught up in a web, you and I. Since Crystal came between us. The knots of friendship seem to be untied And it hurts me most to cheat and that's no lie. She can swing us both forever. In the