Franis Vikarma

I’m sick and tired of saying >we’ll see<
Because my tears won’t soften your steel
I’m neither wanted nor rejected
Prepare myself for the unexpected
Can you even look into the mirror
Without disgust, ice-cold shiver?
You’re playing with your gun, but you keep me in line
Hope was the spring, that never ran dry
It was worth a shot, you shot me down
You left me to bleed, aaaah I am free!
Baby it was worth a shot, you shot me down
You left me to bleed
But you cut me so bad, yeah, you cut me so bad
But now I’m, baby, I am free!