I stare into Some great abyss And calculate The things I'd miss If I could only Make some sense of this
And Madam Butterfly Resounds Over the mothership Her lights flashing around I float above her and I wonder how To make it go away Make it go away
I crawl into my circumstance Lay on the table Begging for another chance But I was a good girl I can't understand how to Make it go away Make it go away
Sometimes I wonder Which hurts the worse The thought of dying Or reliving every hurt Was love the illness And disease the cure Make it go awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.