Coldness of the hour leaves the feelings higher and the control lower
I was innocent when in the womb, now I'm guilty and I give love my guile
In a doubtless whole
Hoping it'd heal my breaking soul
And fill my lorn hole
My personality
Has a scar of brutality
Violence of my heart to belong in a maternity
In a bowl of vow and keen fraternity
The doctor says I have a cure
It has no pain to endure...
In a doubtless whole
Hoping it'd heal my breaking soul
And fill my lorn hole
My personality
Has a scar of brutality
Violence of my heart to belong in a maternity
In a bowl of vow and keen fraternity
The doctor says I have a cure
It has no pain to endure...