Put me in the ocean I want to scratch my fingernails there, there Can't hear the words you say down here About all the ways us girls can die
Find me Any, any old way you want me Find me find me Any old way you want me
If I were dead you would love me more Then all my words would become like gold The angels you've created they would swarm towards my grave And lie about the way we really live
I tend to your wounds as I bleed You just keep talk talking at me I tend to your wounds as I bleed You cover your ears, don't wanna hear me scream
Never wanna hear me scream Don't wanna hear me screamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
