8 acessos
feel something itching
Festering inside of me
The words struggle to surface
I need a way to make you see
Your beauty seems matched by your suffering
My power over you i am questioning
The strange thing is
I don't think you believe a word that im saying
The strange thing is
Because of you once again im praying
The strange thing is
Once again its coming over me
Will i forget my question to heaven
Tell me again, is it nine or eleven?