Grace (Outro) lyrics
by feeble little horse
Take a bite, i won't make a sound
Little bit bitter might spit me out
It's alright, i like a fight
I wanna make it better for you
Cook you dinner, decorate your room
I don't mind, i like a drive
Grinding my teeth til i touch the ground
I'll carry your weight so you don't fall down
Hiding out, bowing down
I say my grace to you
Grinding my teeth
I say my grace