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.