A velha história de todas as histórias que tem, no fim, um começo

I held your hand for a long time.

I had my soul inside your mouth.

I had my love on your tongue.

Felt God's hands in my face, was a slap. I asked for answers. Another slap. I asked for compassion. Another slap.

now.. i have no place to hide.

and you live this ordinary life with the same virginal passion.

it is alright to be a whore in the inside.

WHO CARES?

i do.