I'm alone
Sitting with an empty glass
My four walls
Follow me through my past
I was on the Paris trade
I emerged an undead brain
And you were waiting there
To make your apologies
I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember a soul deceiving me
Next to me
Riding on a mansion
You were white
You were smiling as you took my hand
Your soul removed
My soul called into time and France
Man's past with shallow words
Years have passed and still I hurt
I don't know if I can see you now
Smiling as I pull away
I remember a little wrinkle in my hand
I love you before I spit in my eye
I remember a night we walked along the street
Riding on a mansion
Even though I ignored the internet

When I targeting for labor
You know that the best is to leave
You know stop being a kid
You know stop being a sleeping Wall
I want to walk across the street
Running for my car

I don't know how you feel
And I'm trying to figure out



Nothing you want

Nothing you can do with a medicine
Strike the point

You looked away
I remember hating you for loving me
Crying on a measure
I'm alone
Sitting with a broken glass
My four walls
Follow me through my
Past
I was on a Paris train
I emerged in London rain
And you were waiting there
Showing your apologies
Sorry
I remember searching for the perfect words
I was holding you and you don't mind
I remember us so deceiving
It makes me
Think
That I'm the only one

Crying on a measure
So one of the great things about becoming a woman is *** gets better.
So I wanted to celebrate that by writing another song about ***.
You just can't write enough of them.
This is called Turn You On.