Voltaire

The Chosen
last night a moth came to my bed and filled my tired, weary head with horrid tales of you, i can't believe it's true but then the lampshade smiled at me it said 'believe,' it said 'believe.' i want you to know it's nothing personal first time i had sex, i was three first time consenting, was thirteen though you weren't there, you remind me of those hands roses are red, violets are blue if i'm schizophrenic, then i am too whatever it takes to escape i hope you understand why i'm forced to take your life in my hands i want you to know, it's nothing personal and though we've never met, i've seen your image in a million waking dreams your eyes they call to me 'set me free.' did i ever tell you, you look like my mother she once left me in a supermarket i promised myself that i'd never feel that way again ...did i ever tell you, you look like my dear old mother i hope you understand why i'm forced to take my life in your name Letras de cancionesi want you to know, it's nothing all the same and though we've never met, i've seen your image in a million waking dreams your eyes they call to me 'set me free.' last night a moth came to my bed and filled my tired, weary head with horrid tales of you, i can't believe it, i can't believe it's true but then the lampshade smiled at me it said 'believe,' it said 'believe' i want you to know, it's nothing personal hope you understand why i'm forced to take your life in my hands i want you to know, it's nothing personal and though we've never met, i've seen your image in a million waking dreams your eyes they call to me 'set me free.' hope you understand why i'm forced to take my life in your name i want you to know, it's nothing all the same and though we've never met i've seen your image in a million waking dreams you're eyes they call to me 'set me free.' it's not easy being the chosen it's not easy being the chosen it's not easy being the chosen it's not easy being the chosen From Letras Mania