Chills run up my spine the forgotten sun won't shine lonely nights just seem to slow and they hold me back they hold me down we're all stuck on solid
of killing my wife, I wouldn't harm a strand of hair in her head Got me accused of killing my wife, wouldn't harm a strand of hair in her head You know
me tightly But I guess bad habits are born Don't look so forlorn If I cannot reach you, I will impeach you And tell you you've done me harm So I misjudged
