You...you don't know me. So don't call me names. Tamed hearts of lonely, Wish to have my own as tamed. Incoming calls torment my soul,play with my mind. As I strive to find My dormant life. Became a solid senseless:
No feelings-no pain. It's a road of punny efforts, But I wouldn't feel ashamed. 'Cause you don't know what I hide beneath my skin. And you don't know that much grace should be a sin.