Fair Sex - Get Lost lyrics

Tancer: "I will get lost... man on the run surrenders Giving up the fight once more those who are disunited can Not scratch the itchy spot, the psyche sore, help me out Mt psyche really aches notion leading me astray will you Help me letting out the truth... I'm about to lose Watching my face worn out with guilt I couldn't make out Myself no more I've let the itchy spot grow large being Entangled with what I've done before I broke up my life And theirs... I will get lost...