you are the hands that grab me
I am forgotten
and you are alone
justification-
perfect stimulation
make me a treasure...
make me a gun
I am the mountain
that watches the valley
pretending the answer
lies under my thumb
I am your secret
that makes you feel stronger
that makes you act colder
when I'm around
I am the Angel
you are the hatred
that has sipped my blood
and broken my wing
I am forgotten
but you are forgiven
still I long for the sleep
that never comes to me
I am empty...
I am cold...
I am cold