I keep these things bottled up tight,
while thinking of them every night...
Those things I said to you,
the morning after...
He stands there with blood on his hands,
a man laying infront of him...
How can one say that life is reality
When from an outside view...
How can one say that life is reality
When from an outside view...
He stands there with blood on his hands,
a man laying infront of him...
Those things I said to you,
the morning after...
I keep these things bottled up tight,
while thinking of them every night...
I love that feeling you give me.a test of security wits and mind.an overall sensation |