Finally (A Hell I Can Call Home!)

You know that I can look right through you
You know that I can see all things
You know that I can tell who's laughing
You know that I was born with wings

I wish that I could have your picture
I wish that I could take you out
I wish that I could know you somehow, but
I guess I'll have to live without
When I...

Keep on walking
Keep on driving
Keep on living
Keep on dying...

Woah...

What hell is this?
What hell is this?
When I fall down on my knees
And beg you please

You know that I could paint your picture
You know that I could walk you home
You know that I could love you greatly
You know that I could write you poems
You know that I could buy you flowers
You know I'd wear my best cologne

I know you'd rather be left alone

I can tell you're lonely too
I can tell you got the blues
I can read it on your face
I wish I could taste your grace

Keep on writing
Keep on drawing
Please the master
There's no scars then...

I wish that I could taste your grace...

What hell is this?
My last kiss...

I'm begging...
I'm begging...



Credits
Writer(s): Domenico Mastrogiovanni
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