

I'm SorryWhen he says, "I'm sorry," doesn't it make you just melt? If he says, "That was my fault," My anger is nothing more than my own safety belt That I keep to make me safe To make me safe To make me safeI'm Sorry


Baby, I Can'tWith a smile and a consolatory kiss he says “Baby, I can’t, how can you ask something like that.” It’s not too much to ask, is it? He could be so much more But he says he can’t I know he can I believe in him If only he believed in himself But he only smiles and says “Baby, I can’t.”Baby, I Can't


Beautiful DreamsThe metal touches my skin Piercing it and making it scar But I don’t care For that time, I can forget And go on with my dreams My beautiful dreams Where I’m loved Where they care Where I’m free Where I love Where I care Those dreams But they only come Through the metal They only come Through piercing Through the metal touching my skin My soft skin The veins in my wrists seemBeautiful Dreams
To shrivel before my eyes To shrink and dry My love dies And shrinks and shrivels
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