sometimes my hands they don't feel like my own I need someone to love I need someone to hold |
sometimes my hands they don't feel like my own I need someone to love I need someone to hold |
the black parts need to be loved as well |
Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man. |
Once I put my coat on I’m coming out in this all wrong. He’s standing outside holding me, saying "oh, please I’m in love I’m in love" |
your silence talks too loud |