- cifra
Your words are like knives
They peel my skin and pierce my soul...
Your body will burn tonight...
Though your heart may still remain cold
And I will blame myself
And I will blame myself
For holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side
I will blame myself
The Sheets are stained with...
Memories of your soft kiss
Now this is all I have
Paper and pen to remember you with
And I will blame myself
And I will blame myself
For holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side
I will blame myself
Can I have you... [x4]
