soft touch speak.
(the kingdom built is crashing down)
hold onto me.
(the lawyers towers on fire)
lust touch seed.
(the villagers are chasing ruins)
(they teach a song to cure the water)
let me breath.
everytime I read your lines, well yea, a little contradicting at times...
but, I dont want to believe that Im just a figment.
and I dont care for the consequence or how you spent your night pitching his tent...
or exactly how you said his name, while i was on my way to you.
the salt in the sea doesnt change...
in fact, you are the one whos to blame for staying the same...
for pulling your pants down each time you were sweating it out.