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Ein Song über mein schwieriges Verhältnis zur Musik
I raped her and I wondered why she doesn't love me
I beat her and I slapped her in her pretty face
I prayed that she will come back and kiss me one more time
but she kept on staying away from my cruel hands
She won't die in my arms
She won't cry for me
She won't be my bride
cause she's in love with everyone
who loves her as well
She could have made me pretty, she could have made me rich
and since no one is to fuck here, she could have been my bitch
I used her to even all my numerous failures
and I wanted her to add some colors to my grey
She won't die in my arms
She won't cry for me
She won't be my bride
cause she's in love with everyone
who loves her as well
And as I write this lyrics
I realize I'll never change...
And as I play my music
I know she never stays away...
I beat her and I slapped her in her pretty face
I prayed that she will come back and kiss me one more time
but she kept on staying away from my cruel hands
She won't die in my arms
She won't cry for me
She won't be my bride
cause she's in love with everyone
who loves her as well
She could have made me pretty, she could have made me rich
and since no one is to fuck here, she could have been my bitch
I used her to even all my numerous failures
and I wanted her to add some colors to my grey
She won't die in my arms
She won't cry for me
She won't be my bride
cause she's in love with everyone
who loves her as well
And as I write this lyrics
I realize I'll never change...
And as I play my music
I know she never stays away...
