Type Three

I have my reasons for the vices I embrace A world of treasons and I'm their only escape No one else here has conversations that drowned their head 16 is nothing and never will be til I am dead Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby Take hold the hand that needs you lately I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to wait on you anymore Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby Daydream that the world stands still Dancing through the fibers of time Maybe I just want to hold Something that was never meant to be mine I look to heaven to save me And you call me naïve Rather been a hopeless lover Than cursed with disbelief Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby Take hold the hand that needs you lately I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to wait on you anymore Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby Listen carefully now to the words that I choose Speak only when you are spoken to Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby Take hold the hand that needs you lately I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to wait on you anymore Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby Don’t fight the hands that need you lately