Tortured
par Otep
lyricscopy.com
and eye was like 13, and it was a Sunday morning eye think, and eye think both my parents were still asleep, eye remember eye was gonna play sick so eye wouldn´t have to go church that day [don´t stop] [don´t stop] and eye turned over and there he was [my beloved] [my beloved] holding a pillow he smelled of sweat & regret, and he said... shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh