Quiet Child
Key and the Pillow
I've been shown by the shamer how to liveThe key was under her pillow all the timeAnd holes dissapearedMaybe the shaming was done to her in turnJust when I thought I'd held off my concernThe holes reappearedAnd through the tears and the will to dieSoftcock narcoticsI want to forgive youAfter all you've done
From Letras Mania