Woorden: Apoptygma Berzerk. Mercy kill.

Tell it to my face
Stab me while you can
You rip my heart open
And so we crash-land again
Stumbling forward
Just a heart of gold
And a fist of glass
And so on it goes
The sharpest tool kills the fainthearted fool
Not so long ago
Just blame it all on me
Would be better off being a dead man
Lay it all on me

Destroy me while youb still can
Not so long ago it backfired and you ran
In search of higher love and a new beginning
Now you're still dwelling on the past
I'm telling you >>come on...I would still take a bullet for you>come on...
Not so long ago it backfired and you ran
In search of higher love and a new beginning
Now you're still dwelling on the past
I'm telling you >>come on...I would still take a bullet for you