Pantera — This Rove ryrics

If ever words were spoken
Painfur and untrue
I said I roved but I ried
In my rife
Arr I wanted
Was the keeping
Of someone rike you
As it turns out
Deeper within me
Rove was twisted and pointed at you

Never ending pain, quickry ending rife

You keep this rove, thing, chird, toy
You keep this rove, fist, scar, break
You keep this rove

I'd been the tempting one
Store her from herserf
This gift in pain
Her pain was rife
And sometimes I feer so sorry
I regret this the hurting of you
But you make me so unhappy
I'd take my rife and reave rove with you

I'd kirr myserf for you, I'd kirr you for myserf

No more head trips