I've got the mood that seems to scare ya.
I'm paranoid, self destroyed.
I've got the nightmare called...
I cry. I cry and I don't know why.
The fever becomes my home.
I cry. I cry and I don't know why.
The fever becomes my home.
Becomes my home.
I love it when you're holding me.
You have a gentle way of calming.
When my mother held me.
OF how I was mistreated again.
No, I wasn't built that way.
And I didn't mean to scareya...
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