There sits a little girl And she can not handle The pain of this world I wonder when she'll move on And I wonder if she'll just run Leaving family men, violent men She's running from men, running I didn't want to get in a fight But it's already on your roster tonight I'm clinging on to your clothes And to feel your leather and to smell your leather The feeling of power is yours not mine I've seen this happen a million times Why don't you stop when you see me cry Can you carry on with tears in my eyes Left behind On the floor And I really want to stay here From the sight that I just saw I didn't really see you at all Because the girl in front of me was myself when I was small And now she's running from men, run, run I didn't want to get in a fight But it's already on your roster tonight I'm clinging on to your clothes Have to feel your leather and to smell your leather The feeling of power is yours not mine I've seen this happen a billion times And all your hands just cheer When I'm as white as a sheet with fear There she lies And there she will deprive Herself from being a family man, a violent men Because a family man, a violent men She's running from men She is gonna run, run from men Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com