الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
I want you for myself
I don't wanna share
This aggression is well kept in me
Like white color over red
I hide between soft skin
And my lips they may seem red
But I'm dead Scared
I pull you up, pull you up
Push you down, push you down
Stretch your heart
But I will always return
Return, return to the soil
Where we once began
