Woorden: Pulling Teeth. Martyr Immortal. Rains.

I pray for rains to come
and wash you all away
erase the stains from this place
and put a smile on my face
I don't need you, i don't need you
I don't want you here
there will be quiet after the storm
when you're no longer in my way
I never used to be like this
but you've filled me with such hate
I don't need you, i don't need you
I don't want you here
my tolerance for ignorance
it lessons every day
infatuation with regression