I guess I got bored hurting myself I guess I got tired of waiting for help Do you think I like feeling like this Is it easy to forget who I am? A moment of passions destroyed by your voice Your eyes set fire to my broken heart The needle I hold, pushed, piercing my vein The morphine that flows, works, stopping me think You came took away all that I had Sent every hope and dream I had To an early grave You cut my eyes Scapel sharpo and clean Gripped in your hands Will you taste the blood flow from my lips? The scapel comes down again and again and again...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
