My Martyr
I sat there waiting...
waiting for him to return
Was his love for her more than mine
have he ever thought of taking u-turn
for I will hug him tight and all be fine
All the sweet time we had
the kisses showered on me
the night we spend together unvarnished;
turns a dream I hold onto like mad
I wish to bloom under your saccharine
touch
A...
waiting for him to return
Was his love for her more than mine
have he ever thought of taking u-turn
for I will hug him tight and all be fine
All the sweet time we had
the kisses showered on me
the night we spend together unvarnished;
turns a dream I hold onto like mad
I wish to bloom under your saccharine
touch
A...