This can be, when you are crucified on his shell burn
When you pour your blood on the flames for him not to be cold
On the hundred meters in the coffin from glass
All things saint to me, I hide
Being broken toy and damaged doll
Who can love not body, but seeing your soul?
And touch with his lips yours, fussing over
'cause he wants in your heart but not to own you
Chorus:
You let my heart bleed
When you took it in your cold arms,
Then threw it away with no need
Tried keep away looking in my wet eyes
This can be, he's cancer running down your veins
He is melting slowly being cause for cankers
Destroying me with lust, calling this true love
Keeping silence I hide my soul cramps
Bite my broken lips I give all I have
Being liar, I don't see he's dead.
Chorus
This was the time
I couldn't breath
I'd cut my throat
And been looking for your grace!
I was little girl
Who was crying at her place
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