I gathered all the wrong decisions I buried them deep beneath my skin The blood underneath your nails discloses, You dug them up again Now we walked around this garden But you were not supposed, no, To shake the very tree from where my naked innocence grows
But all that you are, is what I am (Groans)
Now the doors unlock Where's much of that perfume But if these pretty walls could talk, The sick breath would fill the room.