- cifra
On your own, come back.
give a call, contact.
So alive, sidetracked.
So alone, come back.
Decide.
I don't know,
what to do to show you.
It's something so old-
and its cold, like a stone.
All that's said.
All that's said, could you just shake in a lie?
With a knife in your side.
When you come back to me,
you will be on your knees with wounded hands.
