3 acessos
Something I always wanted
To take what you give
A hard metal hammered to a shape that you fit
When I beat up Miss Fortune, told her to get out
I sold the last things on eBay
I was without doubt caught between that hard-place in over my head, chewing off something in a trap
Quicksand in my bed
Necessary evil
Two arms, two legs
Our presents ain't counted
Walking on eggs
Necessary evil
Now don't disappear
Got a whiplash for memory
I'm staying here
When love takes you prisoner there is no escape
But the secret ingredient is a knife in the cake...