American Nervoso by Botch

Reflection Spoken Softly

by Botch· from American Nervoso

Love it, leave it Cradle it in these loving arms Exposed to regret Alone enough to set What made you think it would work? Exceptions spoken softly Raised it trained Felt the voide and then filled it It grew up to know you as the one to blame Now you've done it and time will tell Bue there's a price to pay I hear the babies cries I'll see you begging on your knees for forgiveness