innocence is taken But I don't care Cause it's her world, she made me Now she's old She's been blessed Take a bow And confess She threw it all away
On this stage Now she's old She's been blessed Take a bow And confess Now she's old She's been blessed Take a bow And confess She threw it all away
is taken But I don't care Cause it's her world, she made me Now she's old She's been blessed Take a bow And confess She threw it all away My
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innocence is taken But I don't care Cause it's her world, she made me Now she's old She's been blessed Take a bow And confess She threw it all
white mans world) Where to go No matter how far I find To let you know That you're not alone [Verse 2] Being born with less, I must confess Only adds
what I’ve been through?” Then you hear his voice, cold and merciless “You worthless fool, you let her die!” And deep within yourself you must confess
with a cold Touchin your body, leave your flesh with a glow Chasin the Pussycat and tryin to get with Nicole Really that's a myth, my confession is no
lowest point I can still hear your words to my brain First time I was arrested mommas love was tested I couldn't contest it so here's my confession
No one calls unless I leave No one's home, the voice repeats Kind hands wrapped around my neck Sharp teeth biting in my back Cold eyes burning laser
flashes By tears of sanity Skin crawling hope is leaving Is leaving me with Heart nailed to the obsctructions of lies Bleeding for all that dies And silence is so cold
conjurer attack through the monitor Destruction of assumption, one thing I can promise ya' It half-cracked with cold shards of glass Ritualistic annihilators
Lay back for me You were just exactly what I need In this cold town Lay back for me The three of us in circus and in liberty It’s been too long So throw
pans, They should put my voice in an ice cream van, That way the streets won't be bland, Big-headed no, confident yes, I must confess well I'm never
Luck runs out. Crawl from the wreckage one more time, Horrific memory twists the mind, Dark, rutted (rugged?), cold and hard to turn, Path of destruction
Morning's gone Echoes of dawn Shaking my soul All but done Delirium The rain with the cold With nowhere to go (Love destroyed this body figureheads
I need another story Something to get off my chest My life gets kinda boring Need something that I can confess 'Til all my sleeves are stained
to...so me give it to...to all girls Five million and forty naughty shorty... Baby girl...baby girl...Sean da Paul sey... [Chorus:] Well woman the way the time cold
