- cifra
Broken glass
In a cup of water
Black mass
For the high priest daughter
Waking up to
The devil in my bed
What would you do
If you wished you were dead
Every day I’ll find you there
Either way, I’ll try to hold on just to make you stay
Don’t ask me if my body hurts
Not a bruise under my shirt
Like the stars in the daylight
My scars are out of sight
One truth
And ten thousand lies
It’s so smooth
When you open my thighs
Every day I’ll find you there
Either way, I’ll try to hold on just to make you stay
Don’t ask me if my body hurts
Not a bruise under my shirt
Like the stars in the daylight
My scars are out of
What would you do
Just to pull me through
Pull me closer
Cut my soul in two
Don’t ask me if my body hurts
Not a bruise under my shirt
Like the stars in the daylight
My scars are out of sight
