You can play my soul, pulling up these strings
To control the creeps downing on my limbs
I've got words to say, but I've lost my fear
I become a stupid kid when I see you near
Don't you wanna hear?
I won't cry about you
I've got other things to do
So stop sucking up my blood
I won't care if you do not
I don't like these games, that you wanna play
You like fucking up, I like being straight
Tired of waking up thinking 'bout your face
So, I ask you, tell me how should it be erased?
Falling in this grace...
Playing my soul
© Copyright: Кайнда Мистери, 2009
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