Tortured — Otep
Текст песниаккорды
and eye was like 13 and it was a Sunday morning eye think
and eye think both my parents were still asleep
eye remember eye was gonna play sick so eye wouldn't have to go to church that day
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
and eye turned over and there he was
My Beloved
My Beloved
holding a pillow he smelled of sweat & regret
and he said .... shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh