
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