Dis-missile
The Fault Of Cinna
Pick a star, any star
Just don't come to me if it's wrong
My hands have been washed
And I hope this is the end
Penetrating the weakness of my own heart
Keeping me away from you
And I can't say I wouldn't have picked another star
But, for what it's worth, I was wrong
And I'd like to think that you were the only one to blame
But maybe it's time to move on
These are my hands
And this is my heart
And this is my voice
But this is my mind
And I'm sorry
I still hurt
But I still care
And I wish I knew if you did too
From Letras Mania