And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed My destructive side has grown a mile wide Understand once he was a family man So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand Emulate all the

And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed My destructive side has grown a mile wide Understand once he was a family man So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand Emulate all the