I still smell of sweat
Still the scent of my giving in
Tried to feel regret
But I wanted to stay on my skinI still fantasize
Close my eyes to the wrong again
Still those fuck me eyes
As I'm licking the palm of my handHow the hell
Am I supposed to keep myself
When you are so damn far away
And everything feels meaningless
And I am not mineI still smell of sex
Still her taste on my fingertips
Try to feel remorse
But it's hard with her wet on my lipsHow the hell
Am I supposed to keep myself
When you are so damn far away
And everything feels meaningless
And I am not mineHow the hell
Am I supposed to keep myself
When you are so damn far away
And all I do seems meaningless
And I am not mineI need something of my own
Something with a locked door
A room just for me alone
Something that I Can controlI need something of my own
I need something cutting to the bone
I need something that is mine
If that must be guilt then fine!I wanted something nice and fine
This guilt is a hole but it's mine
I wanted something nice
This guilt is a hole But it's mine
Composição: Daniel Gildenlöw / Ragnar Zolberg.
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