I beg for nails, and then you sigh \"When I approach you step aside\" Iâm coming through, I'll be your sin I'll be your weight inside, within
I am trying to smile as I give you a kiss but you're holding your hand in the way I am starting to age, I'm starting to shake and I will never be the same again
I perform inside your mouth Am I clean? There is a doubt I am disease, you are the sick In terms of filth somewhere I fit
I want to believe that you tell me a lie when you say I'm the best you have had So cut me again, I will do as you please but I will never be the same again