IRC-Galleria

I see, the blood all over your hands
Does it make you feel, more like a man?
Was it all, just a part of your plan
The pistol's shaking in my hands and all I hear is the sound

I love you, I hate you, I canÂ’t live without you
I breathe you, I taste you, I can't live without you
I just can't take anymore, this lack of solitude
I guess that I'm out the door and now I'm done with you