Well I must have saw a girl Who looked like myself White cheeked and bleak Knowing all the answers
Your freckles remind me that a God is kind White cheeked and bleak Knowing all the answers
And it is a problem When you see through everything But candy spills upon it When the lip suggests the mourning
And isn't it the worst when you wake up in the morning There's no cat upon your bed And no Mom to pet your head
Sometimes I think of how nice it would be To pop out of the Womb again To be fresh and white again Fresh and white again Fresh and white again
Sometimes I think of how nice it would be To take a nap without feeling I wasted my day again
Left my conscience Suffocation See the mad side In my bald eyes
Left my conscience In quotations Said just what they wanted to Say it isn't trueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
