Woorden: Mattafix. 555.

Why? Why do you
love me?
What have i done to
deserve you lately?
If the poorest ones could
feel this energy
they need nit fear the
cursed son nor the
devils night.

There i lay with warmth
watching over me.
The favoured son on whom
fortune smiled upon
Why? Why do you
want me?
With a past like mine i?d
rather love and lose than
falt in line.