Point Of Few

Blood on your hands, and guilt I can read it off your face. That little piece of extra skin is controllin' your entire mind. You have put yourself in that position, and now you're stuck and you can't get out. Empty ideas and a lot of threats, when will you realise it don't make sense. Scare the people at any price, you're just scared you'll loose your pride. The line between love & hate is very thin but you seem to cross it to the wrong side. Each and every time her mind break, and you feed on the power that she gives you. Get off! Stop this! Quit with! Your bullshit From Letras Mania