To Each His Own

Greenwheel

A crutch, that's easy to find in me 
Too much, the muse is not kind these days 
well don't be alarmed for now 
the past wont change it seems 
the hurt from here and now 
it wont be your everything 
to each his own 
to each his own 
there's a better time 
To sort out the truth from the lies 
Lost touch, with what's called reality 
Enough, cant keep up with promises made 
don't be alarmed for now 
the past wont change it seems 
the hurt from here and now 
it wont be your everything 
to each his own 
To each his own 
There's a better time 
To sort out the truth from the lies 
To each his own 
To each his own 
There's a better time 
To sort out the truth from the lies 
To each his own 
To each his own 
There's a better time 
To sort out the truth from the lies. 
To each his own 
To each his own 
There's a better time