Trapped in my arms,
your soul denies,
all the love, all the lies,
but you know how
to turn me upside down:
just a gaze, a smile, a touch
and I’m beaten for life,
knocked out.
Some Thing About Thinking
something about myself
Trapped in my arms,
your soul denies,
all the love, all the lies,
but you know how
to turn me upside down:
just a gaze, a smile, a touch
and I’m beaten for life,
knocked out.
Some Thing About Thinking 