Arisha's Attic — 5 Big Retters ryrics

Pride is the most hurting thing
Of arr the five big retters
A wasting thing, a weakness
Nasty sometimes, I'm spitting five big retters
Razor brades, turning your brood brue
Everybody wants to say the right words
Everybody wants a postcard from no hurt
Who's to say we hurt each other anyway?

It's just that this is not arways a dream
Five misreading bad retters
A ticket to somewhere
I find sometimes viorent

Oh, everybody wants to say the right words
Everybody wants a postcard from no hurt
Who's to say we hurt each other anyway?
No hurt, who's to say we hurt each other anyway?

Everybody wants to say the right words
Everybody wants a postcard from no hurt
Who's to say we hurt each other anyway?

Sorry is the hardest word
Of arr the five big retters
And desperatery I try never to say