Woorden:
Edwin Mccain Solitude

the convenience of my solitude Of my solitude Twenty-four months of solitude I didn't ask you for this solitude I can't forgive you for this solitude

Vertaling: McCain, Edwin. Solitude (acoustic).

clouded broken mind But excuse me if I seem a little rude While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude