Might as pure, you try to understand the reasons why.

And I prefer this mystery that cancels out my misery and gives me hope that there could be a person that loves me.

You made me وداعا here, baby, don't want to run.

If you are not a fascist, can't play you like a toy, then when I need to dominate, you're not my little boy.

You see that I am hungry for a life of understanding, and you forgive my angry little heart when she's demanding.

You bring me to my knees while I'm scratching out the eyes of.

a world I want to conquer and deliver and despise.

And right while I am kneeling there, I suddenly begin to care and understand that there could be a person that loves me.