Lotti Di

I warned you to leave him

I told you, "Don't believe him"

And now you come to me

Is this just beginning?

I'm hurt, so now you're winning

How could you come to me

And say it's just a wound?

Young child, i feel your numbness

In a while you'll get sick from this

Then i'll purge your words tomorrow

Then i'll throw you away

I want to believe him

I want to hold him and i want to

Believe him

I'll tell her i need her

Open her mind and feed her

What i believe to be the things she's got to know

Like a child i feel your numbness

In a while you'll get sick from this

Then i'll purge my words tomorrow

Then i'll throw you away

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