a will away - the masochist's daughter | Текст песни

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• a will away
• the masochist's daughter

I wish I knew what was going through your head.
When you color code your make-up
and you sugar-coat your lies
you can compromise your morals
but don't you waste my fucking time

I hope you feel sick
when you think of coming clean
cause your hands are so cold
but only when they're touching me

I'm sure he flatters you with flowers
I know he tries to treat you well
I know he fills you up with expensive foods and liquors
and tells you that your family
is not as important as himself

I hope you feel sick
when you think of coming clean
cause your hands are so cold
but only when they're touching me

I got a right hook with his name on it
you wrote the handbook on how to be dishonest
I don't know you anymore

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

That's just the risk of coming home