St. Thomas
People in the forest
I went into the forestEven before my birthYou think that I am specialJust take a look at me first.I'm naked over waterThe ground is over my feetDon't care for these surroundingsMy sake is not my fear.Yes i'm special, but it hurtsYour catalogue has made it worseGuess I'm special to complainIn this forest I am not sane.Yes I'm special, but it hurtsYou catalogue has made it worseGuess I'm special to complainIn this forest I am not sane.
From Letras Mania