3 acessos
Love...love hurts...the more you love the more it's going to hurt
What succeeds love is as far from love you can get.
Thirst and dust, I cannot look forward 'till you poison my thoughts
I'm begging my pride just to come and release me from that.
To forget is the hardest exercise these days
I'm on the anvil
Flakes of lust are biting my soul as they're stuck in my nut
I'm weaning myself away, away from this blend
These weights in my heart camouflaged as passion but I'm slicing my life
I'm begging my pride just to come and release me from that.